When my body rises it feels like a jet airplane taking off,
I can hear the engines running. My hands become two diesels
on Highway 101, they are shaking like an earthquake,
like San Francisco in 1981. My body rises
like a spring in action, like a balloon floating up
and my fingers are worms in the mud.
My hands grow heavy as a pick-up filled with wood,
They are sweaty as a bunch of grapes just washed
in the kitchen sink, they are wet as a nose with a cold.
When my body rises it becomes a piece of driftwood
floating on the water and my arms are like magnets
sticking to each other. My legs feel as heavy
as two sumo wrestlers. My head feels like I just got out
of a hot shower. When I fall my body is a bird's body
gently landing in its nest. When I fall my body changes
into an anchor being lowered into the ocean. My head
is a drum pounding, echoing in a small room. My stomach
is a bowl of pudding being turned with a heavy spoon.
My legs shake like a guy dancing, in a slow kind of way,
for the first time ever, with a girl.