One thing you probably didn't know about me
This is my biopoem:
Roz, daughter of the sun and moon, sister of soothed siblings.
Weaver of words, lover of songs, longing for literary affection.
Who feels restless, rustling, late night lusting for inspiration.
Who needs an agent, an advocate, and a seductive, media guru with integrity.
Who fears the barren page, the lingering doubt, and the lonesome lore.
Who gives advice that celebrates life’s spice.
Who enjoys the scent of patchouli, the silk of soaking in a warm tub, the resonance of Aaron Neville and India Aria.
Who covets good sleep, resides in academic angst and Florida bureaucracy.
