Sunday, 6 August 2017

Entry Wounds

Do you remember the canister of 
fancy nuts 
the neighbours who called us
they sent it over for Christmas
you held it in your lap and cried
a something drowning in so much nothing
and then the switch in your eyes
but I loved you 
more than snow on my 
birthday in December

Where are you tonight?
I see you sitting on the low-backed 
sofa only a cat could love
discussing Jung and astrology in
the same breath
condemning me in the next
I see you you are so unknowable
I hate one person more and that is

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