You found a place
where I wasn't me
you shut your eyes
and you could see.....
an apple all alone,
bears being bad,
computers cooking cakes,
dogs drawing dad.
by Anne StevensonContending against a restless shower-head,
I lather my own.
The hot tap, without a mind, decides
to scald me;
The cold, without a will, would rather
freeze me.
Turning them to suit me is an act of ...