on different days. I wear
different hats. Stand in
different shoes. On some days it’s
hard to choose the hat

to wear. What character is like
the real person. I’m certain
each  has a role. At times, many
in toll. I dress them down. I dress them

up. Black, white or red. Some big
hearts, some big heads. Some from my
youth. They all shed light. Some run out on

me in their Nikes. Some sleep in my
bed while I'm awake talking about their
mistakes. Some lustful. Some shy. They’re
all flowerful, coy and spry.