Another October, another cake! 
Another wish, another ache—
another moonrise, another fate—
another odyssey, another 8.

Another swim in the green lagoon, 
the fish below me, and I below the moon—
and I below the waterline,
my eyes up at the stars,

Hoorah!
Tonight is Tuesday!
my weekly flirt with Mars. 
Make me no one, not a thing! 

Not a thistle, not a thorn, 
not a kiss, and not a sting. 
Not a planet, not a dance,
not a tooth, not a wing!