# Thingy

**URL:** https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/t/thingy/19646
**Category:** Creative Writing
**Created:** [January 18, 2008, 7:40am UTC](https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/t/thingy/19646 "2008-01-18T07:40:42Z")
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### Author: ![shaneytiger](https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/user_avatar/www.ilovephilosophy.com/shaneytiger/32/485_2.png) [@shaneytiger](https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/u/shaneytiger)
#### Post date: [January 18, 2008, 7:40am UTC](https://www.ilovephilosophy.com/t/thingy/19646/1 "2008-01-18T07:40:42Z")

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A slice of the sun is cutting into  
The piece of my thigh that only I see  
The slice of the sun is shining on  
The piece of skin that’s seen by me

And the now-late afternoon  
Is stretching into the past  
Had a blast  
But the slice of sun on my leg  
Is like the bottom of a keg;  
Reminds me to remember.

The bugs that circle in the dark  
Don’t seem to have too much to say  
What a day  
But the cold stinging bite on my neck  
Is my memories’ wreck;  
Takes me out of that time.

Old wood-grained stairs  
Greet me at the entrance  
Of a humble house  
Where I live, sequestered.