Self.

Slithering in a slow motion orbit as my damp
ballet slipper painted
Fingertip
touches the fuzzy warm surface of real time...
As if in an underworld of wetness,
I crawl horizontally by the buoyancy of my solid structure.
Blush lips caught in a plastic mold
mid-expression…
I absorb
without breath.
--snippet from "Sunday: my favorite moment of the week"