Apricity Press Issue 2 March 2017 - Page 28

I feel at home hearing the sound of distant dogs

barking, as a child I was a prodigy at capturing

bumblebees with a mason jar, people always peer

over my shoulder at my meeting doodles,

I cannot sing but how I love to, be my friend

& tolerate my overenthusiastic belting,

permit me my wrongheaded notes,

smile a little when I forget every word

in the second verse, allow me my sour melodies

& my unfunky dancing.”