Last Updated On February 7, 2020

 

 

 

Don’t wake me, I’m having otter dreams.

I am taking an internal screen shot so that I can remember
So that I can return when needed.
They are in my chest, the cavities around my heart valves,
They hang from my ear lobes and scurry across my cheek bones.

Swirling and fuzzy, tickling my insides, electrifying my edges
Otters like gyroscopes,
Verticals and horizontals,
Finding equilibrium wherever necessary,
Then mixing it up in a flash of claw and oily back.

I need to close my eyes for a minute.

Full of ideas.
Perhaps not fully formed,
But fully acted upon.
This, that, the other
Then nip and lunge!

They are the toddlers of the wild.

Otters testing my hands,
Circling my ankles,
I am furniture,
I am obstacle,
I am amusement,
I am towel,
Drag marks and puncture wounds
Twisty turn-y belly flops gallop gallop splash

Then return for a rub.
Adorable one minute, low key harrowing the next
Hiding and seeking and testing
Boundaries of buttons, laces, flesh

Sit up straight
Keep faces clear of their enthusiasm.
You don’t have fun with them,
They have fun with you.
They are glossy lightening quick mischevious and unfathomable

 

Last Updated On February 7, 2020

 

 

Don’t wake me, I’m having otter dreams.

I am taking an internal screen shot so that I can remember
So that I can return when needed.
They are in my chest, the cavities around my heart valves,
They hang from my ear lobes and scurry across my cheek bones.

Swirling and fuzzy, tickling my insides, electrifying my edges
Otters like gyroscopes,
Verticals and horizontals,
Finding equilibrium wherever necessary,
Then mixing it up in a flash of claw and oily back.

I need to close my eyes for a minute.

Full of ideas.
Perhaps not fully formed,
But fully acted upon.
This, that, the other
Then nip and lunge!

They are the toddlers of the wild.

Otters testing my hands,
Circling my ankles,
I am furniture,
I am obstacle,
I am amusement,
I am towel,
Drag marks and puncture wounds
Twisty turn-y belly flops gallop gallop splash

Then return for a rub.
Adorable one minute, low key harrowing the next
Hiding and seeking and testing
Boundaries of buttons, laces, flesh

Sit up straight
Keep faces clear of their enthusiasm.
You don’t have fun with them,
They have fun with you.
They are glossy lightening quick mischevious and unfathomable

Last Updated On February 7, 2020

Don’t wake me, I’m having otter dreams.

I am taking an internal screen shot so that I can remember
So that I can return when needed.
They are in my chest, the cavities around my heart valves,
They hang from my ear lobes and scurry across my cheek bones.

Swirling and fuzzy, tickling my insides, electrifying my edges
Otters like gyroscopes,
Verticals and horizontals,
Finding equilibrium wherever necessary,
Then mixing it up in a flash of claw and oily back.

I need to close my eyes for a minute.

Full of ideas.
Perhaps not fully formed,
But fully acted upon.
This, that, the other
Then nip and lunge!

They are the toddlers of the wild.

Otters testing my hands,
Circling my ankles,
I am furniture,
I am obstacle,
I am amusement,
I am towel,
Drag marks and puncture wounds
Twisty turn-y belly flops gallop gallop splash

Then return for a rub.
Adorable one minute, low key harrowing the next
Hiding and seeking and testing
Boundaries of buttons, laces, flesh

Sit up straight
Keep faces clear of their enthusiasm.
You don’t have fun with them,
They have fun with you.
They are glossy lightening quick mischevious and unfathomable