a list like this one.

it's been a while. how are you doing? here's a product of my recently resurrected poetic ambitions. i'm thinking of calling it simply a list, though it sounds somewhat dull. any suggestions?

it is a fact that i love
green leaves
red nail polish
golden chandeliers
and the sea,
whichever colour currently available.
i am the mishappen
wunderkind of middle class
my mind is good at remembering
grocery lists and
second hand poems.
i hate jazz. i like to pretend i understand it.
i drink three to four cups of coffee every day.
i know it will kill me.
i am good at everything,
the best at nothing.
i draw, i sing, i read,
a well-bred lady of the century.

it's just that i sometimes forget
to be myself
some unknown words come flodding from my mouth,
and i have to stop and make a list
of all the things i am,
a list like this one.