I like things that are round

I like things that are round

I like things that are round

Like pumpernickel rolls, full moons

And the swollen bellies of pregnant women.

Sharp edges frighten me

I never turn corners,wear pointed shoes

Or talk to people with square heads

Like Picasso's or my neighbor's next door.

I envy snails, unborn babies

And the lesbians I’ve known.

I never visit gothic churches

Or looming pyramids of old

Instead I curl within

A furled up leaf within another

Gathering light

In visions rounder than a crystal ball

I walk in circles

Taking care not to step without

Onto jagged cliffs

Dagger sharp and aiming

Straight for the heart

And so

I remain within

A simple child

Forever reluctant to be born.