When Time has stolen the blush from my bloom
and my skin has withered into creased crinoline,
I'll be the loony gecko lady people gossip about
when they see me-climbing a tree so I can catch
a stray beam of sun in my teeth-or basking at
Midnight-soaking up a shot of lunar brilliance,
I will dwell in a room concocted from the stuff
of poesy and live off of chocolate seashells,
I will be the neighbourhood eccentric who
shuns people and is only gregarious with geckos,
who never wears panties or carries an umbrella
and howls at the Moon-even when she's sleeping
at the break of noon, I will laugh for no reason
in the elevator and never dust for fear of
disturbing the spiders from their cobwebs.
I will be the crazy lady who keeps 23 geckos
and gives them names like Hibiscus and Hyacinth,
Cadbury and Cappuccino, and writes poetry with
a gecko named Peaches perched on top of my head,
I will talk and sing to them, shower each one
with kisses until they're wearing my lipstick too,
Ginger my best friend gecko will nap in my bra-
where she can dream of crickets dipped in marmalade
-of toasty days poached into a lizard's lounge-
then I'll feed her fruity desserts when she wakes up,
I will put Santa hats on them at Christmas and
bunny ears at Easter and tell them that I love
them every hour of the day, they are my breath
and heartbeat, my gecko children I love more
than myself, I guess I already am that Gecko Lady!
December 16, 2012
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