So hands do chores and she’s off to Nepal
without a hope for old age.
I have to live my life now anyway.
There are three of them in this web
all sorted into strategy.
The Jess, The Tara, The Carrot.
I want to print a book of what I think
in colour with a crest.
Leather bound with impressions of my worth.
I feel I cannot have a lover now for it is this way.
Now I must rely on making things work.