Bad verse, and a new chemo haircut
Tell me I look like Anne Hathaway,
Tell me this snow in my head will lift someday,
Or find me a small boat to go far away
To a place where poems scan again, and the weather’s fine again, and life is normal-sized again.
Tell me I look like Michelle from Dawson’s creek
That will make me feel less bleak
And help me style my crop to make it chic
And we’ll go out and drink red wine, and I’ll feel fine, and write better rhyme
Tell me I look like Emma Watson
Then clear my head of all this flotsam
Which is just debris from the toxic storms
And then we’ll got to a beautiful place and sit quietly, just you and me.