Shadow Self

by Anna Ruiz


There’s a Cosmic Spaghetti Monster
lurking on your dinner plate,
right next to your meatballs,
winking

blips

of an unknown origin
appear
on your computer screen
syncopated rhythms swirl
within your foxfire mind

you think one day you’ll find the answer
even if
you’re not quite sure
what you’re searching for, and for
all those leap-frogging contests
you had forgotten you entered,

far be it from me to expose all those
dirty little secrets you have hidden in
your left breast pocket,

your tell-tale heart is beating
loud enough for creation
itself to hear.


Copyright © 2008 by Anna Ruiz

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