Inaugural Runner’s High

inaugural runner’s high tonight
uncovering novel ways to convene with divine
fingertips grazing the frayed hem of Venus’s
adornments wavering along the vibrato of that tune
Zappa conceived with the Mothers
that space between chin and shoulder coaxed
from nervously anticipating embraces out into
lines such as those befalling the ballerinas at the helms of music boxes

See I’ve been swirling
like the stolen breath of some father’s post-cigar
exclamation wafting to anoint a son in his wake,
caught up in a frenzy with the remnants of the day’s cerulean robe running right up against a needy blood pressure
cuff in the wee hours of the mid-morning’s
aortic percussion, evading detection, she never did
know when and where to put her back into it
just a faint, limp thing ‘til you’re looking at her (even a glance) then fervor she’s beating
baby
bird’s wings upon first flight, praying for grace.

But tonight I’ve got it going just for me, twirling
inward on the spiral of my navel, thankful to have one
letting it eat away at the corners I’ve constructed
bringing everything into the round
You’ve always been hippy, she says, now I see you
know how to use them. Where do you think I come from?
I respond
Where do you think I’m going?
Maybe I haven’t felt it like this since I came out real serene and they pinched my bum and
my lungs kicked into gear and
my daddy said,