Good Enough Opinion

Although I no longer have A good enough opinion of myself, I still let myself think sometimes Or dream at will about flirting, romancing you— I still can’t help it! I never seem to know my age. I wish I never knew my limits just as well. It would even be unobjectionable If you smelled of lavender and vanilla Like that sweet-old-lady scent I sometimes detect In the red-ribboned curls and laundered shirts Of that pretty coffee-colored girl who lives downstairs With Granny Merle, who isn’t quite so sweet, I’m told! rcs. Current draft: 3/21/2010 Created on 3/17/2010 11:07 AM