Happy Birthday Dear!

Say something about telling and being and love. A dance for afterwards or right before, like when in anticipation your little heart beats too fast.


I'd like to keep things nice

Coppery metallic taste
not your average lady
a little bit uncooked maybe
and swept back, without bobby pins

walking briskly ahead of the pack
with a slight trotty trot trot

whistling and digging through
a purse that is full of everything
but not full of anything she needs
least of all a warm apricot