The One... The Only... The Vieve

Small and meek and quiet

I don't have a security blanket
Or comfort in-the-flesh.
Just me, and a leaky office.
Stale tamari almonds and an iPod
Playing slow songs.
Work and whipping rain.

I'll run to something better soon,
Shake off what little I have left
From the fire sale of the last few years.

Right now I'll just make myself small
And meek and quiet
So only those who care to notice
Do.