a day.

Im lucky because my toes stagger up from underneath the bathwater.
Im lucky because i'm taking a bath even though i don't need to be cleaned.
Im lucky because my inner ears go numb when submerged, like a corridor in a ancient church, i expect to hear a derge somewhere deep in the vacuum.
Im happy to sense artificial aromas, although plastic, and and essentially vapid, they simulate moroccan atmosphere, im lucky because i imagine it, and i am lucky enough to imagine the possibility of actually experiencing it with some whiff of reality.
Im lucky because my phone rings while im bathing, Im lucky when it doesn't as well.
Its easy to be alone, and I'm lucky im content that way.
Im happy to be reading, and to have read, and to be able to read.
Im lucky because I'm aware of all three.
Im better off because I say what I want, Im lucky because I dont always get it, I'm sad because I dont always know what it is.
Lucky that im waterproof, my skin swallows me whole, without it I could disassemble under pressure easily, sopp up the water and be weighted, left to disentigrate.
Lucky that I have a day to reflect on.
Its lucky i have more than one instrument to play.
Luckily, a piano is a mammoth of an instrument, Im reluctant to approach it. Misinterpreted, it is the most inviting of all the instruments. She lays it all out on the table, twelve note scales at a time, frenquencies, for dummies. Simple and classic, static but surprisingly organic. Hitting an A minor, this is the gentle giant I'm convinced. You're so ridiculous, with your big, dark, commanding core and you're huge open mouth that talks a big game and your 88 teeth sparkly like a great white in hunt. Why, thats nothing but a smile. You're nothing but an artist. You're frankensteins monster. Never asking to be created but magnificent none the less. I'll bet you've never even taken a bite. Here, let me lull you. Its such a shame and a paradox but it seems that everything scary is the result of a miscommunication. We really only fear what we dont understand. What a tragedy, what a magnificent tragedy. I'll play you a lullaby, first with my left, then with my right because it will ease you in, then with both, mano a mano, now its just a movement. Now im just stroking your hair, and leading my finger in circles on your skin, now im just showin off. I wouldnt go so far to admit it, but you, mezzo forte fortissimo piano, are fast becoming my favorite lover. Lucky i can say that.