I am
indulging my personal
peck-u-lee-ahh
frissons of
frivolous
non-sensical
expectations.
I will
stir the froth on my coffee with
a short-ish-bread
then dip
my finger in and
curl and lift
and lick.
I will
sing some
Wonka
as you pass
my blue beret
(you will remember)
this is aworldofpureimagination.
I will
pretend
that
you
don’t
care
at all.
I will
know.
There, is, comfort in my head.
There, is, knowledge in this denial.
There, is an embrace in every spontaneous smile.
There is a decadence in brushing your teeth with warm water (…be kind…)
because anything else
makes no sense
or is just
plain bizarre.
