I am

I am...
I am a number
I am the size shoes I wear
I am my number plate
My phone number
My email
My health insurance number

I am.
I am my paycheck
The amount in my bank account
The colour shirt I wear
The number of raindrops on the windscreen
Count them
One, two, three...
Wipe them away
Start again.

I am.
I am my words per minute
I am my project resources
I am the hours of the day
The time I wake
The minutes I count
My shirt size
My tie
My fingers, toes and thumbs
I am that disjoined sense of deja-vu

I am
I am the speed I drive
I am the distant floating disillusion
I am the faint sense of wonder
The disbelief in it all
The temptation
The need to turn the wheel 90 degrees to the right and slam screeching into another vehicle in a final explosion of twisted metal, tires, bodies and blood to verify that this isn't all a dream

I am
I am the number of messages in my inbox
The number of rings before I pick up my phone
The car I drive
The house I own
I am my mortgage repayments
My number of TV channels
The CD's I own
The music I listen to

I am
I am the fading sense of life
The patterns of pseudo-wood effect glued to the back of the bookshelf staring at me
The number of tissues left in the box
The price of my pint of milk
The litres of blood I've given
The burger I ordered
The colour of tooth
White or silver
35 or 15

I am
I am vanity
I am my minutes left on the parking metre
I am the coins I paid with
The comic I bought
The book I read
The brief glance held through the semi-reflective glass of my car

I am the pleasantries exchanged
The ritual of good morning
The glasses I wear
Or don't
The song I dance to
My T-Shirt slogan
The drink I bought
I am that half-smile greeting that I flash to those whose names I can't remember but faces I do

I am

Rabid Badger Haiku's

Foaming wildly
Claws and water hatred
What? Rabid Badger