Another poem

THIS POEM IS ABOUT HOW I WANT EVERYONE TO LOVE ME

Run, nylons, run!
Run to the board meeting.
Run to the park full of
Sparrows and stinky dogwood
Trees. We have been dying to
Talk all day. "Dying to talk" is
Overly familiar. Looking at--
What. What? You're not the
First person who's been
Dying to talk to me in a
Board room. A smoking room. A
Dried bannana peel stuck to
My ass in a suit.