Do you remember the canister of
fancy nuts
the neighbours who called us
sinners
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
myself
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