“No- I am not the speaker of things simpler”,
you say–
Do you not want to wish me
a good night’s sleep?
And maybe later, a good morning.

The next morning. I am off to
treasure island. Or perhaps the words
preceding require capitalization. Some
form of revitalization. Treasure Island?
There. I might have fixed it. After all-

I am the fixer of things simpler. I am a bush,
that one Bush. In the aftermath of the after-hours
of the last time I kissed your baby lips… I am clean
and pure-

And surely a little insecure.