An interior designer came and said, that my room
Would look so much better with a bunk bed. Oh a bunk bed!
Like a piano with two sets of keys. Sometimes they fight.
Inharmonious notes called discords. But sometimes you get a duet too.
A monk who claims to be Tibetan came and said, that because my zodiac
Is a dragon, I need a “rooster” person in my life.
Someone five years younger than me. The little chicken
That struts about in a mess of toys and sunshine, like fruit loops.
An ikebana* artist came and said, that I need some
Giddy little flowers in my room, looking at the ceiling thinking
About the smell of Hello Dollies. And that I need someone to
Run around carefree and even knock over the vase.
All these people I do not believe. But I do believe
That I want a little sister.
Because it sounds so annoying and nice. Llllittle sssissss.
I’m repeating my old game again: walking down an alley, not looking back
Murmuring “I’m gonna count one two three, and if you don’t catch up…
ONE. TWO. THREE”
I turn around. There is no little sister.
*Ikebana is a Japanese art of flower arrangement.