an Aivilik Eskimo is given a photograph
the wrong way up,
he doesn’t find it necessary
to twist it around.
Bugs dig under the skin; leaving an itchy
mound, swollen, to a tiny red
map to hidden treasure; hairy is for when,
the next Ice Age begins.
am, and I am not is the riddle that misled
into his Freudian
the path is uphill I think I'll start at the other
only to find that way is uphill too.