Second intermission, anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. . You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision.
You gotta have the right tools. For every job. So I invite myself in. Through a hole in the fence. I am tripping through the junkyard. Scanning over the piles.
When the joy had left your body. And you were locked in to your own thoughts. You used to love to sit by the water. And watch it lapping on the rocks.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am 32 flavors and then some. . Squint your eyes and look closer.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision.