GETTING REAL

The best I can be

the most myself

is a marble eyed kid

innocent and world wise

making jokes about time and animals

spilling water

being a ratio-portrait  

of nudity to dust curtain

surely the people

who lived here before us

had superior ferret spines and owl wings

better fern fronds to articulate

their foyers

now I slide double-socked

to the corner table

and let the steam

do the talking

little moment

away from you

where I might write

a poem