Me and my Uke
I’ve got a ukulele. It’s a small thing that twangs when I bite into its strings.
I’ve not left my bed today for fear of ugliness,
the house from wall to ceiling is covered in mirrors that appeared one morning
I’ve not left my bed today for no good reason
and because a kimono looks good on anyone.
The light is so bright and everyone is so thin
and the earth is so slippery it’s hard to find the discipline
to do anything other than pluck these strings,
til I am lost in e, a, g
and my fingers have toughened up
and you should see me pluck
if my fingers were little knives
you’d be pinned to the bed with me