“… [t]ask-focussed me …”

You want me to phone and ask and bask in glories, quite unreflected.

You want me to drive my life by speaking to precisely 

those multiple peeps I fear the missed.

But you will never get me talking if first the task

ain’t clear and involves the stalking of the other of a woman who’s 

a right to be free: 

of me 

and of my awful, dreadful stormy.

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