dramaturgically speaking, we are at our top form. roman dish-well. teasing-feastly. moon-seek-ful.
but I have lost my rhythm.
I need my sister's metronom that looked like an antique. not the thing actually, the box. I mean I need the thing but the box looked like an antique.
and then there are the three braids of cut hair.
then the dress my cousin gave me with the animals. and the nice back.
I cannot go home. home has to come here.
