Imagining a milk which has not gone sour

They say ..............
oh I don't know ,
they say that I'm unfriendly, cold.

But obviously I'm slow to leave important dreams,
just to meet a smiling eye .
Confused intruders.
Can't they see ?

I have intense advanced inventions,
why should I bother with folk like that
who can't be bothered to disturb my surface ,
see the nurturing trusting
vulnerable
side of me?

They must say I'm hard-faced. I know it.
Me?
and this is the reason I have grown bushy eyebrows,
these days I don't even pluck my legs.
Would someone snobbish have abundant unexpected body hair?

I don't know, but in any case why should I care?

Apparently my reputation goes before me.
I can categorically say to you that I have never slept with a single
man I found unattractive. And even then I have only slept with half the
single men I found attractive.
And that was the top half of me sleeping with the lower half of the
others in order not to get in the family way.
And ironically
when they've done downgrading me like so, the men,
they probably say I'm gay!
And the women naturally would rate themselves superior anyway.

But what's it got to do with anyone how I choose to live my life?
And who I love and don't?

She is on the train twists blazer collar closer to her throat
looks out at stations
and pulling into towns relaxes
imagining the border of a place where she could make a fresh green
start
where someone might reach out and dowse the beating of her heart.

Irregular but .

And there'd be some special non-commital luck
a day where
she would flookily have woken up
not cold not shy
or acting in some ways like an asparagus.

And somethings good can come to pass
smoothly
causing no panic, sending out no controversy.

For her, for you, for you and I
But anyway , why?