I'm conscious now if you want to talk, I am feeling better now, after resting.
I had my face on the pillow, spent time crying into the night sky,
staring at a star or two,
and now I'm fine.
I'm elated that you'd like to dive in, to the story of my youth
and the days of gin and thorns. I'd be happy to explain it all
line by line, thought by thought
and unwind it like a spool of thread.
I'm jumping for joy at the thought of it.
I rang your bell three times to see if you would awake.
I'm on your doorstep and I'm happy to be here
I arrived
by walking under the shade of the old oak trees
through the cemetery where
my grandmother is buried.
I have no ill will, I'm feeling like a cat
in a tree
enjoying the view.