call of the while

..

all wit and whim and slim-jim
trim stims aside, we abide
by exactly

0

of the rules. we choose and
snooze and lose ourselves
in the
(squirrel!)
(shiny object!)
(hey! my soul!)
game of cat and mouse
(-keteer). state your name.
name your state. doesn’t
matter. doesn’t matt her
(down, or other
-wise).

call me
(Ishmael)
(stupid)
(late for dinner)
and i’ll tell you truth. all.
most. sum
of the parts of me
I have gotten to
k(no)w:

elbows, for example. pointy.
need lots of room.

knees. not used
nearly enough.

eyes. dotted with
hope and sometimes
(star)
crossed, a tease of
light.

once in a
long long
while, we smile. toothy.
strange. (s)lightly de
-ranged, and not
quite ready
for the next
long hard mile.

..
Inspired by my Shawna, who penned the line that is the title. ❤