I write secret messages
I hide them at festivals
I invite boys on boat rides
then they don't show up
I make plans
those plans don't work
I tell your dog to tell your cat to tell your bird
to tell you that I like you
those plans don't work
I stay in and I wait
I calculate for days
I stay in, I wait
I'm a calculating babe
you could sleep in the guestroom
you need plenty of legroom
Anna Erhard











