Disco

Disco

I have a place

to live it is small cozy and

cluttered.

I have a mirrored disco

ball left over from

New Years still hanging

where I bump my head

as I pass.

I have a path through

the clutter to my

blue bathroom.

I have a wishlist.

I have a boy. His name is Jacob.

He hums a song that stays

in my head.

Ahead behind with to

the right and

the left before and soon again.

I have a swimming pool.

I have a needle and a thread.

I have today, walking, a pile of papers, a car and cat and a

calendar.

I have my heart outside of me.

Because I love him so.

January 2015