girl's galley

Here, garden gnome supervises
righteous and goodly ramblings.
L-O-V-E watches over babies,
bananas ripen, coffee's ground.
Sparrows throw a rose parade.

Here, I perched outside myself,
as if on high, watching some
kinda junkie-shaking what-the-
fucking exigent begging for
absolution--please, baby please.

Here, I rinse the pinesap from my
hair, too chocolate this time. Cup
of wine, check email, hastening
to write. All the while I listen
for you. Ah always, my ear's on you.