Hide where you will
In states of being, asleep, awake, alert, or something akin
To dead; behind deadbolts of mettle and grit
Employed, enjoyed, enduring moments,
Engaged and sunk in work that grabs
You by the neck and dares you speak,
joust, joke, jibe, jeer if you will
Upon yourself call the curse of a packed
Day; Whether locked in love, in lust, in
Lazy spread of a kitten upon upon a tattered scratcing mat, outside a bathroom door; in sunlight, by stealth of night,
Surreptitiously, slicking, slinking, sliding
By upward thrust and unstoppable
Quest; unquenchable burst, it arrives.
ignore it and it underlies your every move
Lick your lips, or mine, what lingers, salty, is its be ing.
(c) Gayatri Jayaraman, 2009
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