My brain wears a beret inherited
from my father as my eyes search
menus to locate the aromas my nose
seeks while my tongue dreams
of avocado slices steeped in lime
juice and my heart thumps in anticipation
of adopting a white cat whose tail will tickle
my soles and elicit screeches not like those
of fingernails on blackboards that mirror
the anxieties overwhelming me on elevators
or when my lower back aches prompting
my clitoris to respond with its ironic sense
of humor and my Achilles tendons to thrum
in unison as my left leg follows
the leaden lead of the right.