He said, I am the Hero of my own life
as he drank a beer in the shower.
I watched the curtain curling against the steam.
Yellow headed giant child
the morning sun in the mirror
with dual basin, plasticy his & hers towels.
Music rolls off the roof through the window
Who do you think you are?
I do not want to stand guard over my life, I explain.
Some kind of super star?
Standing up he reminds me it's nearly ten
I should be going, I should be gone.
Remember who you are, I think
merging lanes and applying lipstick.
You don't need them, they need you.
You only need them a little.
Will they find me attractive?
Velvet collar, pencil skirt.
I've always owned black, and
had dreams with certitude
of great things turning up.
Realising I'm without the address
I drive on.