in the kitchen. I like to stir up trouble
like it was a famous sauce, and only I
know the ingredients. And they got
lost. So, I can’t duplicate what it was I put
in this dish. But I don’t care a fig! To me
it’s all child’s play.

I like to leave messes
in the closet. It looks as the backstage
of a cabaret. And there’s excitement and
confusion when the I throw back the doors
and look there on the floor at the colorful disarray.

I like to leave messes
in my love life. Spark a fire. I can’t live
the ordinary neat shelved life. I need to
add something new once in a while. Otherwise
it would be boring knowing everything’s
the same. I fancy change, in my love life anyway.