No theme The sun didn't get up today Every thing's in sepia I now know how to pronounce I wish town cobblers still handled PR My friend told me she talks to me like she talks to God It's how I talk to her too I love her unintentional poetry I befriended a radiologist and our conversation included a coffee table book doctors published of scans of things people put up their butts He didn't get flustered I've determined I like this human My uterus is making me listen to Sondheim songs and weep |