I was told to find you…
And we did,
Like comets passing in solar rhythms.
don’t even want to find you,
but here goes.
You had a septum, and a piano keys tattoo. Dr. Suess as well, but you know they burned the books.
Rumble me this,
Your mom’s cat
Tortishell.
I too, have turtles in my blood.
Blue, not red.
One is Indian. One is Irish.
Lolling, rawring.
I give up.
Imaginary friends,
Egyptian beetles.
In the past,
So they say
No, the right fish will not bite.
But you were left handed,
If I recall.
Do not call.
Her mourning coffee 