About My Life …

I sewed a shirt about my life
from red silk, with buttons of ice.
It looked sexy and stylish and smashing,
but it gave me a bad case of lice.

I baked a cake about my life
with absinthe and chocolate ganache.
Crushed glass was one ingredient too much, though.
My confection went out with the trash.

I painted a book about my life—
images that mesmerized and mystified.
No one ever saw my work because
the colors rained up to the sky.

I sang a song about my life,
but I was Patsy Cline,
with a midnight voice, crazy and certain—
my plane crashed, but heaven was fine.