I Am Inhabited By A

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

I Am Afraid Of Getting Married. Spare Me From Cooking Three Meals A Dayspare Me From The Relentless Cage Of Routine And Rote.

I Want To Become Acutely Aware Of All I've Taken For Granted.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

I Had Always Imagined Myself Hitching Up On To My Elbows On The Delivery Table After It Was All Over - Dead White, Of Course, With No Makeup And From The Awful Ordeal, But Smiling And Radiant, With My Hair Down To My Waist, And Reaching Out For My First Little Squirmy Child And Saying Its Name, Whatever It Was.