8. I Speak to Fewer People

I Speak To Fewer People
I have been in touch lately with my inner self
The fruit picker who lived all those years in a motel
I shaded my story so it proved everything I did was
by intention
After each love affair each participant received a little gift
I mean someone always said: You didn’t really love her
I speak to fewer people than ever
No matter what it looks like — I say this every chance I get
Something divine is going on
And wonder: Is it?
I’d like to lose a little weight
Just the same, the marriage had its good points
I still can’t tell you what I am known for. I’m easily shamed
I speak to fewer people than ever
On my walks I hope to meet someone interesting
Someone I have been headed toward all my life
Or simply someone without too much guile
A friendly
person with a little intelligence
Maybe we will
walk along together, talking about romance or trucks
Maybe we will
walk along together, talking about romance or trucks
Romance or trucks
I have been in touch lately with my inner self
The fruit picker who lived all those years in a motel