Jesusfuck, but I n ever k new what hat to wear to be d!
 
Every other day was a Lei Day, regular as a pow er out age.
 
St icks ‘n stones, y our words r ousted me
 
from our home with a vengeance,
 
but no way, no t fr om my innerhearthome
 
where, ensconced I now extempofeminize
 
with my sex tant turned to ward safe harbor.
 
(Remember, not drowning, waving!)
 
No more ban on t his un said, un sung th ought
 
I had & did or didn’t say; or that I sinning s un g.
 
It was liturgically re moved!
 
                                        Today, I’m taking an epic
 
walk around the Hotel Del Coronado, sun-sonneteering,
 
head floral-crowned with grief: all his goings graces.
 
My métier a nevermorehappyeveraftering racket.