Waking up at a gas station in the middle of the night
Who can say
There’s lot of death on my floor, and
I get to be there for people
I love it.
Where does that come from?
From Prior Lake
And grandparents
and parents
and brothers
But really from inside. Then
To forty-nine states
And Italy
And the Rhine
And then back
Door to floor
Why so fearful?
I can talk to anyone
I like making people laugh, making them smile
Who can say
This isn’t me
I hate it. And
Starts over
2-D design, clean, to
4-D people, messy, sick
Now laughing.
The person who is the best version of herself,
Who takes the time to do things that might look simple
Well
For the people around her
It takes the time it needs to take, which might look long.
Where are we?
Right here.
