London

Bougainvilleas fall into the pool The hard shelled bugs bite my forearm My right index fingernail chewed to the quick My cervix is alarmed, scared even My sprinklers go off at 6 pm each day And sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors My pimples are gooses all over my legs My brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred And how I do love London And how I do love London The birds make guttural sounds and protect me My friends come to visit and love me a lot I don't have the energy to fill them in I am lagged by the jet and the 12 hour flight And how I do love London And how I do love London I am intrigued by the boy with the androgynous songs Sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not The steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower The hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing And how I do love London And how I do love London Deep breaths will not make my brain stand still To be loved and swallowed or single and depraved I love speaking French to the taxi drivers We slept and were cold on the train out of France And how I do love London And how I do love London