Today it will be the top of my calf.
It’s a good place to start.
A place to start loving myself. You’re not so bad, top of calf
You have an elegant curve.
You haven’t been sore today.
You let me jump a few inches off the ground in cardio
With you on my side,
I might not be so bad
It’s a start.
And I wonder whether we’re sharing the same thought
Which has absolutely nothing to do with where we are
And everything to do with where we could be
A place with hands, earlobes, and sensitive wrists
Where we trace eternal patterns on temporary skin
Rehash old, Baroque pleasures with a new bass line
Feel our precious hearts hum in heat and happiness
Rediscover that which was always there
Stretched behind a knee, or the side of a belly
I am focused.
I am paying attention.
I am listening carefully.
I have a longer version of this poem – but I cut it down to this one verse because otherwise it’s not really momentary glitch. The longer this poem stretches, the more it becomes a coding issue, rather than a bug 😉