We'll find a place to roam

My friend lives on a boat. She pats

strangers dogs and orders off-menu

in cafes on side streets most people

would just walk past. 

On your birthday she will make and post you

a cake without thinking twice about

packing it in a special box and taking it

to the post office. I wouldn't know where to start

I have a constant fear of things squashing.

When she comes to visit me I feel so inside.

I apologetically touch the walls. It is hard to compete.

This is such a predictable place to live. 

Underneath us there is no canal.