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“O for a Muse of fire,
that would ascend
The brightest heaven
of invention,
A kingdom for a
stage, princes to act
And monarchs to
behold the swelling
scene!”
-Willam Shakespeare
King Henry V




belly,

my belly is round and rotund, sits in the crook of
my arm, above my belt; round and rotund; my belly
bounces a beat for a belly dance to a belly drum;
strum padded palms pidder-padder, skitter-skatter, my
belly; rotund; a hairy hill, a matted mound, a knotty
knoll--a blue-white lint assassin in my belly button
aims: for my cool left nipple--my belly is rotund, my
belly is round the outside, round the outside, round
the outside; I am a bellyonaire; I play basketbelly;
I eat butterbelly; I pray to Buddha belly, rub the
belly, rub the belly; for luck; round and rotund; Belly
Holliday sings my blues; Belly Budd floats my boat;
Belly the Kid braces a barrage of bouncing bullets
and brassieres--belly laughs: ho, ho, ho--round and
rotund; when I dance, my belly bobs like a bongo; and
dance; round; my beer birthed belly; booze, booze,
booze; my cast iron belly; badass; belly; round and
rotund; belly thanks; like my dad and his belly; like a
semi-colon;
my belly and me.


2006 Calgary International Spoken Word Society