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.