bittersweet

Make San Miguel difficult to leave. EVERYTHING IS HERE
I head toward the deep after being held aloft so high
seeking something that sits right in front of me
surrounded by
what I have to get through I have to get through a shield of
blond or auburn dye in a box or faces in my spaces
I am called "You are funny girl"
and weepily didnt laugh aloud at Mad Magazine this day that day
anyway. Any of the fun things I have imagined and done in my head for the
price of my life and his legs twining and hearts aching longing for the
spontaneous June to emerge when all around her scripts... lovely folks.
I so would like to be
other than
THE UNINVITED