without skin

i think like the rest of the reading world i have fallen in love with Stephen Collins' The Gigantic Beard that was Evil. it's incredibly hard not to love it. just like the back of the book says "totes surreal- like ferrealsies." really, that's what the back of the book said, and you can always trust what the back of the book says about the inside of a book.

duh.

i was so incredibly enthralled by this book i wrote a poem.

if you haven't read it you'll still understand my poem. if you have, however, read it, then, well, you'll understand my poem.

if you have my poem, thank you for keeping it.

ahem, here it is ::

i am here
but i am from there,
and i have taken there to here.
because i thought it looked very similar.
i thought it met the standard.

you are here
but you are from there.
a there different from mine.

my here [is] your there.
your here, my there.

also someone else's.

a matter of perspective, location, relation.
labeled, re-labeled; then ignored,
buried under sheets and dirt and plastic and stone.
to be discovered later by someone
who will think it's from there,
though it's been here
before someone was.

yes, someone who will bring there to here
though it already was.

i am here.

"There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign." -Robert Louis Stevenson