the second

how unusual to give the attention 

undivided like an orange

like a planet like the wheels that drive an engine 

in this our post-industrial society

specialization so refined the mouth 

has no relation to the belly


july (first cut)

tiles hold the sun. skin absorbs the heat. there are patterns in the floors but only the colors make any sense to me. i cannot feel a pattern. i can only hear the music in the colors. i only feel the sun inside my feet. i am july. on my hands and knees. i am not enough without the sun. on my belly. laughing into the pores of earth.

belly (second reflection)

my belly is never good enough


feel its soft largesse
full of carbs

see its depressed

memory of my
birth my connection to
against all the cultural
phlegm caught in the
i realize it will never be
what me or anyone
else want it to
begin to
treasure it
my belly
and button

little belly

the light
long left
the sky

strange music on the radio
this room she is soft now
she is softness
she is soft

it’s been years feels like years
since i fell since i fell
since i fell

down on my bare feet
light in my head in the kitchen
for the coffee for my meds

first i heat some oats for my soft
my little for my soft some oats for my soft
my little belly

down on my down on my
down on my luck maybe
so maybe so

there’s a kitten
there’s a cell phone keeping warm
beneath my little circle of a warm a little

where’s my other lovely?
the orange one

i have to hold onto something
i have to hold on for my chance to
come my chance to come

waiting. walking through the sunset of a memory
the orange one where oh where are you?

feels like years since i awoke
it’s been months since i got myself up
on my own

across the way i see
a single flower in a bowl in a window
a still life on a window sill
life it looks peaceful

then fire trucks sudden sound their way
a fire in the city. you can really hear
the engines when you open your door the engines roar

I get a change of clothes
fold them over my arm
carry them to the shower

i gotta go to work
no matter what

I am thinking of you
and how i loved you
and how you betrayed me

too dam bad
oh well. i gotta go to work
no matter what you do you did
me wrong

The water cool then hot the steam
I pull the elastic out my hair you called me plastic
you don’t care. too dam bad oh well
i got work to do and i give a dam
i really do i really cared about you
dam you

My hair is full of water full of steam
I look down and see look down
and see my belly

I don’t always like my belly
but tonight I do

I love you little belly
won’t go away
no matter how hard i try
won’t go away
running and stretching
won’t go away
working you sweating you out you
won’t go away
will you?

I love you
little soapy belly
I always will you
never said nothing you
never did nothing
to hurt me