1993

It's a bummer
not to have
padding under
the carpet,

but it's really
not an issue.
It's my slow
spinning record

of a body,
no needle
to remind
my skin

of the touch.

I used to wax-
remedial as a kid.
The lyric sheets
of tape cassettes

unfolded
all around me.
I wipe a tear
from my eye and

smile because
I look like a wild cat
with my hair

way up high.