London

Bouganvilla fall into the pool

The hard shell bugs bite my forearm

My right index fingernail chewed to the quick

My cervix is a long one

My sprinklers go off at 6pm each day

And sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors

My pimples are goosehairs all over my legs

My brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred

And how I do love London

And how I do love London

The birds make guttural sounds and protect me

My friends come to visit and love me a lot

I don't have the energy to fill them in

I am lagged by the jet and the 12 hour flight

And how I do love London

And how I do love London

I am intrigued by the boy with the androgynous song

sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not

The steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower

The hug will feel forced upon you, you inconsolable thing

And how I do love London

And how I do love London

Deep breaths will not make my brain stand still

To be loved and swallowed are single handed praises

I love speaking French to the taxi drivers

We slept and were cold on the train out of France

And how I do love London

And how I do love London