The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Static Statisticity
Static Statisticity
by
Heather Prudence Davis
(I'm floating)
I need to employ an army
in my head
to retrieve
all the parts of my soul
that are lost, hidden,
or locked away.
Who is inside of me?
Inside my cat?
My neighbors dog?
My favorite rock?
WHO ARE YOU,
rubbing my forehead,
pushing my pen?
Creating aches and pains
throughout my entire be-ing?
(BEING)
BE
ING
STATISTICS
STAT
IS
TICS
STATIC.
Sometimes I miss the tin foil
in the freezer.
And Leon.
A cowboy came
And took my Leon away.