VERY WEIRD THINGS
She does very weird things : her hats
are in her mittens and her socks are in
her gloves. Her jauntiness she carries
as if it were a bouquet. I want to call
her 'FTD', but can't bring myself to say.
Now, yes, now, there's already snow
in the hamper, and chocolate coming
out of the garden hose. Things I consider
an imposition but which really don't impose
on me a burden. Nothing hurting, or none of
those, at the least - and the best - I can say,
for certain. She carries a brackish hand
through a very brackish land.