I write my life
book, not on paper --
in many heads

I record who I am
and what I experience, just like you
I forget the future

There is no death in me
hormones run off and on
cell growers renew me

and I don't smell of decay
only of cheerfulness
and my desire

to live untroubled
in a home without worries
with dearcat and orphan plants

my heart full of garlands
and flowers scenting of contact
gently touching you

to be touched
by your hands
by your attention