poem

I am all that I am

in the sky

in my feet

socks and ankles

body and care



wardrobe and paste

deodorant to keep me clean

chlorine

on my legs

itching like pain



Just before I sleep

I stretch

but lately it's

a convulsion that ripples

then the dreams



old body

like a chair

too many days of sunlight

have faded

the beauty



give a little rub

a microwave pillow

the body's going

to shiver and

groan



when it dies

I fear that god

is seething

with irony and

tasks undone



that god is bitter

and small and

worried

and it was (no!)

my watch all along