I am the body
of my thoughts—
unsolicited and needless,
like a colonoscopy
on a cadaver—barely settled
into the habit of tearing away
a calendar leaf
and vacillating
between Die Blendung
and I Lick My Cheese,
just to spend early morning
engrossed in speculations
about the importance of a saucer
for a brimful demitasse
of kopi luwak.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
