Where to go with me?
City girl wants a tree house
and a sushi bar.
When to be with me?
Somewhere between all this rage
and manic cooking.
Who to see in me?
An eight year old girl aflame
and a sailor drowned.
How to be with me?
Nothing short of brutal truth,
laughter, hearts and bones.
What to do with me-
insomniac misanthrope,
mind of curdled milk...
(written 2 April 2007)
