Dharma Poem: Teaching a Cephalopod to Sit
I glance to the left. His eye swivels in its socket. His long arm along mine tugs softly as if to say: Go on. Then the suckers release, the ligula stroking my hand, the arm returning to the others in a lazy eight above the cushion. His eye swivels forward, his body a mottled on-and-off … More Dharma Poem: Teaching a Cephalopod to Sit