Every time I think of you,
Part of the brain ignites,
Set light, a sparkling synapse firework –
And then I know I’m your image
– ‘Cept for toes and crotch and such,
And I don’t need to have you as a crutch,
Since you and I are one. And so,
I stick to me myself
Like glue
Because I’m you.
Every Time I Think Of You 6.18.2015
God Book II; To The Child Mystic II;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 