I feel at home hearing the sound of distant dogs
barking, as a child I was a prodigy at capturing
bumblebees with a mason jar, people always peer
over my shoulder at my meeting doodles,
I cannot sing but how I love to, be my friend
& tolerate my overenthusiastic belting,
permit me my wrongheaded notes,
smile a little when I forget every word
in the second verse, allow me my sour melodies
& my unfunky dancing.”