wrong body


 
      
      
      
      i awakened this morning
      glad to be me
      glad to be male
      glad to be in my own skin again
                  
      i awoke last night somehow
      in the wrong body
      in the wrong house
      in the wrong life
                                       
      my arms were different
      lighter somehow
      as i pulled off the blanket
      and swung out my legs
                                     
      my hips moved
      in a disorienting way
      as i got out of bed
      and tried to stand up
                                     
      i stumbled to the bathroom
      the wrong way down the hall
      i found the toilet
      in the wrong place
                                           
      i pulled down my shorts and...
      it was gone, it was missing
      in my stupor i turned and sat
      and started pissing
                           
      but it sounded wrong
      and then i noticed
      under my shirt
      two unfamiliar weights
                                   
      my heart began pounding
      my face felt hot
      my arms felt cold with sweat
      i was in the wrong body
                               
      i looked out the window :
      out at some city
      out of kilter
      out of my realm
                                     
      why is this happening?
      where are my children?
      where is my grandson?
      where is my wife?
                               
      have i been dreaming
      all this time?
      is it all an illusion
      all that i'm?
                             
      i went back to sleep
      my head on an unfamiliar pillow
      tossed and turned
      and faded away
                               
      i awakened this morning
      glad to be me
      glad to be male
      glad to be in my own skin again
      
      
      
 

©2005 by Bill Grundmann

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