Already In Place

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Hands of Helen Freeman

I start to rub my hands together

Creating heat and my fingers

Wiggle into life as they

Grasp tools already in place.

For there is no beginning

To my bones….

They stretch on through time

An endless inner structure

To all my creativity

Standing me up to tasks.

For I am beyond bipedal

‘Cause I’m bipedalling my ass off

Giving myself a swift paddle

In the behind.. in the bowl of life,

While its slippery noodle soup

Wraps its sticky pasta

Around my weak-ass heart.

I pinch a fork between my finger bones

And scoop life up, hot baby, real hot

Life is a real burner.

For I learned a long while back

That life doesn’t simmer

It bakes and boils, fries shit up, then

Hides in the fridge, behind the beer

Until it surprises you with leftovers

You see, that’s not a worry, ‘cause baby,

My hands are rubbing, creating heat

I can grasp the tools already in place.

Like I grasp you, already in place

You, a warm rain desert muscle

We are being creative, together

Get my rift?

I open up and we know

New bones come out of the sand.

 

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16 thoughts on “Already In Place”

  1. Very tight. I especially loved:

    ‘…life doesn’t simmer

    It bakes and boils, fries shit up, then

    Hides in the fridge, behind the beer

    Until it surprises you with leftovers’

    Ain’t that the truth.

    Liked by 3 people

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