My Homuncular Psyche This Morning
My homuncular heart hurts
this morning; I don’t know
whose idea it was to leave
this little walnut in charge
of my cardiovascular system,
but this diminutive organ
IS in charge, and when
I’m feeling CHARGED UP,
the little chamber of my bedroom
pulsing and my Mexican blanket body
tossed face down on the bed,
eye socket gently gripping
the pillow in a little hug,
I realize that I like feeling small,
being tall comes with responsibility,
and when I stretch and rise again,
my warm blood keeps me alive.
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This is the ultimate humonculus poem that i've been waiting for weeks to read!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a beaut!
taryn
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