(written circa March 1993)

There's a feeling of waking
that starts in your stomach like
a knot, a twist, a bowl of psychokinetic spaghetti
and builds and BUILDS
and reaches out, pressing your diaphragm
so you breathe in great new long breaths.

It touches your ribcage, and side muscles
your breasts (tingling all the way) into your shoulders.
Down your arms, down your spine,
all the nerves are awake and ready
Fingers twitch and tingle
hair moves with static

it's time.

For what, I don't know. But I'm ready.


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