I’ll have a dog or a cat and it will be the only thing 

that knows me, my spirit will wear walking boots thrust 

into the woods, my hair will be thick 

and understood, I will eat perfect mouth portions, have a single 

elegant bowl for each occasion, I’ll wear tights 

and strings of beads and let my mum in, I won’t hesitate about a body

of water, I’ll have strong goat legs and sex 

won’t matter, I’ll be content sitting

on the floor and not look in the mirror much, people will fall 

into the slipstream of my voice, my hands 

will look like they belong, I’ll enjoy 

eating berries and I won’t think about men 

whilst watching tv, I’ll be a natural

diver, my face will be apple half and owl-like, 

there will always be something to do and nothing 

to say, my skin will be firm and kind. I’ll keep myself 

looped like a scarf or a rope.