this one wants to write through everything
this one wants pigtails
this one wants to be the age I am
this one wants disabilities and aches and pains
this one believes in happiness
the floral happiness
the petalled extras
the extravagance
the vagaries
the vacuum vengeance
the cosmic curiosities
the wretched
there are unawakened
there are emotional storms

Ralph’s sadness and his brave front
how do you like your brave front now

Here I go and there I go,

I’ll try to rise,

I’ll try to rise,

I’ll raise my eyes,

I’ll all surprise,

I’ll stall the lies,

I’ll steal the whys . . .