She who baldly offered upon a Boston plaza

“

Do you want a hug?

“

Baldly,

Boldly.

She who:

“

Take me worst

I bare my all to you

“

On a Boston plaza marble bench in August

“

I fear less

I fear less than your common cat

How do you like that?

“

[

L’audace!

L’audace!

Je suis l’audace!

]

“

My numerology is

‘3’

having

self-emancipated

early-decision from my

bio-family

I, my home, come visitors

am I home

ascend my throne

“

With bench-bound,

inviting,

wave of hand

”
I am a

flat-spine

open-book

uncover me
“

Looked at her phone

”
I reveal multitudes

I hide nothing

I fear less

mine is a

green-field

probe-worthy

I stand erect,

transparent

I fear less

I drank too much

I hurt others, and

such and such

They who:

“

Oh, my …

“

Me who:

<<

Go on …

>>

She who:

“
Oh

,

No

.

You

,

Sir

,

You

,

Go

Away

.

Now
“