love poem to self

[magicdoyle]

radio stars

myself saunters in like a bird out of the rain
green like the sky and unannounced.
shoulderblades full of feathers and eyes
made of sine-wave arcs, sable and splendid.
myself is all wrapped in muscle and cloth.
even on clear days, myself gets admirably
ruffled at the mention of even the best-fated
infidelities.  myself stays five-foot-seven

Comments

[dweebulous]

this is lovely, and even better to read after i heard you explain parts today.

[matt_doyle]

I love the imagery, but am not sure what I think of the usage of 'myself' as opposed to either I or my self.

[magicdoyle]

... it actually never occurred to me to use "my self". If I end up putting this in the collection I'll def think about it.

[insane_genius7]

I feel almost terrible for saying this, although it is the only thing that stuck out at me here... sin is an abbreviation for sine, i.e. sine wave. I guess being a Math Major compelled me. Oh, that and I'm also 5-7, so I feel closer to you based on this arbitrary statement.

[pillow_of_doom]

haha ben. i knew you'd comment on that. i saw it but didn't really care.

[magicdoyle]

*facepalm* Oh, I know it does. On behalf of my brain, I'm going to assume that was a typo, and not check my notebook to make sure.