Randi (on the left) with April Lindstrom at this years Ocean Rush.

"Rent" By Randi Donahue Renting for a time it may be nice but the time has come I want to be bought I want to commit: grasp the unknown inexplicably scary Take my love, take my body use my soul, use my spirit for a time it can be yours treat me like you own me shake me up my insides in shambles trying to release, but the lease (impossible to place my mind at ease) holds me back. Mold become ice cold abuse me, you'll never confuse me your lies they will not reside by my side as the last check come's in from your falsified love I'll be up and gone as I cash that last check your name now gone for good the money I'll use to get those stains off my hood rent out my love like a paperback novel I'd rather be alone on the streets nowhere to call home than to be caught in thought with a knot attached to your cot anxiety that comes with owing you love I would rather keep the little I have I've got holes in my walls from the tenants before you wages I've paid in attempt to repay you apologies for drunken nights the stains on the carpet will not soon fade the paint on the walls portrays different shades patches and blotches of flaws trying to be erased Own me. Take control of me take my spirit refurbish my soul wash over me like a flood, drown me from the base of the pool draw me up. Revive this life with a spark reignite gut this vessel, tear me apart from the inside out through the molding of your hands perfection is made I'm your temple now a fit structure to encompass the incredible masses of your indescribable love Perfected in your eyes my maker.