today i put my hair out into the wind at seven o'clock in the morning
let my snakes taste out the cold morning air with their slippery tot tongues
and waded past boutique windows on my way to class
wondering to what regions my soul stretches inside my body
from hips to fingertips
lips to the dip
of my back, the sole of my feet
that touch the sweet of my inner thigh,
when i sit cross-legged
musing how my spirit must stretch like a worn throw blanket across my skin
soft around shoulders when i am fire side
mediating warmth close on me
in subtle hues of
yellow
light
glancing at scantily clad manikins looking hungry in store fronts,
one thing's for sure
my soul is not the size of a baby t-shirt