Did I tell you the wind whistled?
Shook my windows from the outside,
Sang an eerie tune
Powerful and locked out, fierce and sad
Did I tell you my Alsatian cried?
Whimpered and sniffled as I took away food it didn’t want
Crawled far after I beat it for eating from the dump
Snuck under my palm awaiting a scratch, my aggression of minutes before forgotten
Did I tell you my doll died?
It got a wash and new clothes, became a fine plastic chic
Her hair got plaited, wasn’t ragged anymore
Jimmy broke her spine; she stopped making that chirpy noise
Did I tell you he came to me last night, 6 feet many pounds of unwanted man?
His eyes soulless, his talk loud
I said he needed an education, he laughed
He said I could have a piece of him, I slept; images of his butt trudging out curving my lips in sweet dreams
Did I tell you I am high?
Doped up on citrus scented hot bath easing tense aches and ticking brain
Fogged up bath windows, steam rising in white clouds
The bass speakers boom, my bathtub is Amsterdam, and Coldplay is on Violet Hill