Internal Correspondences
Sunday August 10th, 2008 in Poems
I was writing when
my stomach
created the first note
and sent it to my brain.
“I am empty,” it read,
“How about that
left over pizza
with cheese and anchovies
in the fridge?’
My brain agreed,
ccing my tastebuds,
who said, ‘ummm’
and emailed my spine which,
with a sigh, unbent
and raised the skeleton, directing
the feet kitchenward.
My mind, however, remained
back in the study still
finishing the poem. Suddenly
the [...]