under the moon
on the lake side
in the jeep
lies the spare tire
so panic
doesn’t
really strike

but under the canopy
on that very spot –
i discover bits and baubles
extra skin and tufts and knobs
i discover reminisces
i never knew
and as i explore
traverse through this newness
i discover like an aaha moment
a breastbone
as addressed in the lexicon
rather a clavicle
some place else..

aah but now you understand
what I drive at
the perfect chiselled
mark of you..