I love a good bath.I don’t mind what time of day.
I like stepping into it empty. It’s only cold and awkward for a few minutes.
I ignore it by concentrating on the hot tap gushing as my thighs submerge- high tide on the sand banks.
I love hamburgers wrapped in foil.
Take me back to a cold Sunday night and the old American trailer on the hill.
Leather jackets and the fizz of oil on a flat grill.
I love books.
I mean a real book – you know the paper kind.
I love to feel what I want to read.
I do not download.
I do not upload.
I simply flick open – read and unload.
I love Jack Daniels.
My good friend for twenty years- I do not see her often.
She is my treat.
When we do, yesterday is here again.
I do not reminisce.
I do wonder at how far gone I am from the place that was me- the girl with the curly hair.
I am older.
I am wiser.
I still do not have a clue what comes next.