tip tap two
a few p words
My name is Edna, and I like pencils — the graphite, a welcomed guest; the casing- just that.
My nickname is Piglet, but no one likes to call me that. I reckon the ‘why’ lies along my Bantu arcs that outline ‘the me’, ergo too close to home.
As it should be.
I did do, and that I did, induce a colleague or two to receive me as Piglet. They did, and indeed, so sincerely orate my name:
Piglet!
Just as they did -and just then — or maybe a bit after, flutters sprung from the bottom of their heart to the trails of mine.
I cradled from Jupiter’s IO.
Whilst in transit, the blink of a day dream wiggled into focus betraying mine. I exited the transporting vessel at the wrong spot — I ended up here amongst you all. Alas, just and so are we.
The right spot, found.
I think in skits and bell curves, and sometimes venn diagrams too!
I sing, dance, flamenco, play violin, and I’m a great mathematician. Oh no, this is not the me that’s here, but all the other forms of me in the constellations and arrays of stars, a distance and much more,
… far from you and I.
In this world, I’m just Edna!
or..
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Piglet -to me and my loyalists,
Buttercup to some,
Brownie to my Xabi,
Schmupcake to Cupcake,
…and Duckling to my once darling Isaac, whence alphabets would at times forth to drunken rhymes therewhich,
a fuckling I became.
Were I a betting one- and yes I’ll partake — then a bitch, a dickhead, and a cocky motherfucker are just a few more that susurrate and resound from the lips of those who’ve glimpsed behind the butcher’s curtain.
As words are just such, these are a few yeses that make a whole lot of me — some I’ve yet to see.
I love crosswords just as I do hosiery stockings, the morning dew, and friends that make me feel just! And yes yes, as well as those that tickle the synapses yet to be.
My indifference resides at the core of a hard boiled egg.
I did once, but no longer do, search for, nor have a mission. I resolved to just be and whatever the state of being, then that I will, alongside all around me that just are.
As fact as a fact is, you and I won’t be here that long — as it was written and unwritten; impertinent a script.
In comfort with my micros, macros, receptors, microbes and all that makes me and maybe you — I vow to be as very as one can be while I sway in this cluster until dusk embraces me…
and so, shall we meet again,
be it here or the other parallel.
-piglet or nyet-
E.M Pauling (brb) 2025
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