a human being,
not a human doing
–I acted just the same.
I kept on my toes.
I jerked at the knee.
–directly connected to my mouth, wherein my foot resided–
I shot from the hip,
but failed to trust my gut all the same
–its plural gone missing long since, and
wary, then–
and weary, too,
I played it close to the breast.
shoulders morphing geometric, rounding and squaring repeatedly,
before
–at last–
I upped my chin
–mouth, too–
getting all cheeky
–with myself–
while keeping my nose firmly in my own business.
and after returning from stuffed head trip,
–complete with body dysmorphia–
I trashed my luggage
–stickers on Samsonite, and souvenirs, included–
dwelling thereafter
in mind’s eye.
*Note–inspired by a phrase of guru Wayne Dyer: “You are a human being, not a human doing”
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