I'm going to pretend the event is tonight

And take a hot bath and do my hair,

Slather rich emollients thickly.

Then I'll go for a long stroll

Down the walk canopied by old huge oaks and cottonwoods,

And dream of chasing rabbits like a hound,

And fighting pirates for their gold,

And by the time I fall into bed

I'll already be so sound asleep,

That I won't hear the nervous titters

Coming from my own soul,

And maybe tomorrow I'll be too consumed with life

To worry about the big event,

And my hair always looks so much better

When I don't fix it.

-jenn