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.