My elbows are on my knees
My teeth are sucked together
My eyes are open
My fingertip and the inside of
My thumb feel the grip of this pen
My theigh feels the blanket
My side feels the pinch
My face feels the curled fingers Underneath it
I am present
In scrawling in baby blabber
I am aware that nothin will come of this
Nothing will come in general
But that's thinking about the future
It is 12:36 on a Wedensday in July
I've got on a T-shirt
And Micky Mouse Undies
Present
Twinge in my arm
Which has moved to the bed, it's the same arm that has a hand hovering on my brow in a pensive stance as I
Scribble scribble scribble
ever present ever present ever present. I am here, it is now, O'm writing I love this where is the joy?