Saturday, October 31, 2015

the fit of a sweater [2010]

  or
how I     as a righteous perspirer     might naturally get wet
  and therefore
                        find my place in the pool

the "soul" is not a pine-green cardigan
  unbuttoned
  loose
at the shoulders
  worn
at the elbows
  a junction    bent
in prayer
 
  nor is the "soul" resting
                                                         draped across the back of a chair
at a cafeteria table
                                                drenched in sweat
after
attention

                        the "soul" is not watching television
                                    from the vantage provided
                                                while I eat
                                                         potato chips
with peach mango salsa
                                                and dream of swimming
 
  the "soul" is not the wind
                                    the rain
                        snow   fire an organ pipe cactus
                                                         cotton
                                                cauliflower
                                    or a rock

                                    it is the fit
and is also not the "soul"

                                                                                it is in the deep end

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