I paid good money for you, but you're priceless.

Oh, little muse. If I want to see you, I have to look in the mirror backwards. We've only been friends for a little over a week and you're starting to itch already. I know not to scratch because you will fade away and need attention later if I do. Ever since you've been under my skin, I have sensed a new found inspiration. It's amazing to me how the smallest people in our lives can sometimes be the biggest. I know you will hide under layers of sweaters, scarves and coats this winter, but fear not; you will be set free once seventy degrees makes a come back! Even though you're in black and white, I might some day add neighbors with a little color. You look so good backwards. I think I'll take off my shirt while the radiator ticks and look again, for fear of forgetting what you're like. I never want to forget your form, oh you of inky darkness. Now that we're friends for life, we're just going to have to get used to each other. Let's make the best of it.

I'm Just A Little Person

Sometimes, I like the window seat so I can scoot across and feel where cute butts have warmed the plastic and fabric underneath. I don’t know what they were thinking when they put fabric on those seats, but because they collect little prickly ions of warmth from little people with infinite possibilities, I know it was the right decision.

I try not to be obvious as I scan for a face I can trust. Every time a new body walks on with a morning coffee, I can sense a phantom tinge of caffeinated bitterness on the base of my tongue. I wonder if he grinds that coffee himself. French press? I wonder if he is growing his beard out for the winter or just too lazy to shave. Either way, it’s very attractive. Scratchy soft.

My pin-up red fingernails extend a little further than usual from the book about spirituality that I so meticulously covered with bright paper as not to get dirty looks from anyone who might think I’m crazy for liking those kinds of books. A dirty look is like a laser; if you happen to catch the direct line of light, it can cause major damage. If anything, they should think I’m crazy for liking to feel a warm seat after another little person gets up and walks away.

If you happen to feel my butt-warmed seat, may you absorb my burned kilojoules with joy.