I want to be Alice Notley’s
When I Was Alive today.
Today, which is only
a couple of weeks
before I’m 58. I’m
alive. I can be the
heat of sex or
pretty legs and
thighs. I’m no mo
del nor a waif but I
have always been (in
the sunshine, darkness,
on a dancefloor, up a tree,
in the backyard sandbox) me.
before I’m 58. I’m
alive. I can be the
heat of sex or
pretty legs and
thighs. I’m no mo
del nor a waif but I
have always been (in
the sunshine, darkness,
on a dancefloor, up a tree,
in the backyard sandbox) me.
