I’m obsessed with
the tactile sensations, the aesthetic oddities
that mark me as new at this.
The feeling of it
beneath my arm, just below
the armpit, skin
raised a little, firm.
Reaching forward, my body pressed together
flesh, peninsulate
Pressing my chin down and
Finding purchase and
comfort and
rest
The sight of it
looking to my side and seeing them
sticking out, holding my attention
standing still for minutes on end
Peering down, or in a mirror
learning my different angles
the different shapes I make
what my body can do
I wonder when the fascination might end
or if it might just last forever
the uniqueness of experience, stretched to bursting
