My mother wants to know
what I’ve been up to.
I consider my report:
writing is so boring.
Theatre lacks a frame of reference.
So I say at first nothing special,
just taming lions,
flying solo across the Atlantic,
writing my acceptance speech
for the Nobel Laureate,
learning to juggle with knives
for the peace negotiations in the Middle East…
the list is so long she grows bored
and says she has something on the stove.