I hold on to delusion only so long. Like pocket change. Spent or lost please don’t ask me to keep a secret. I’d love to eat me a piece of fruit. An apple or heirloom tomato. Stoned I may be but in no way am I impolite. I wish I had a dog. I have an “I ♥ dogs” picture frame with nothing in it. I press my nose to the glass & pray for someone to love me. I’ve been having trouble getting home. Directions have lacked a certain accuracy. I keep stopping for gas. One of these days I’m gonna run out & just start walking. I develop a skill for baking. My specialty is making a piece of cake. The secret is nothing but carrot. I mean this ain’t citrus country!