Reversible
Today I’m wearing my body inside out;
I was in a hurry when I got up this morning;
I also left my feet under the bed
and my hands possibly in the bedside drawer.
No wonder I can’t get a grip
I’m stumbling around in no particular direction
unable to grasp anything; nothing new there then
My heart notice, is not on my sleeve
but in its proper heart place working
co-operatively with all the other parts of me.
I think it makes other people uncomfortable
to see my vital organs and skeleton exposed
at this hour of the morning, I expect
it reminds them of death -
but skin knows when it needs a rest.