where asteroids come from

Today
as I walked
down
the street
I found myself
lifting off, floating in
space—
my body
dis-
membered
but
hanging by
twine.
A piece of ham, a tad of T-bone.
A heart-ache, a tooth-ache
glazed
and
clove-pricked.

This poem is being published in Earth’s Daughter’s magazine “Fragments” issue. It should be out soon.

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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