Underneath my belly button ripens:
all that it can do when I am in love
with thai food, dirty hands and
an arch in his back: natural,
yet you are told to get rid of it.
Wait for the microwave to sound.
Wind to return east.
Finally call Mother just to say, hello.
It's time for dramatic sleep:
You dream because you stopped being afraid to ask questions!
You wake early because you slept!
Now walking to days work:
on white mountains.
It is uncomfortable to live.
To know of ecstasy.