Friday, March 11, 2011

What do you mean, we’re not going? 
I told you that the lampshade can’t stay 
here. The wine has turned and skeletons 
are falling from the drapes. Do you see 
the cat? Do you see what she is doing? 
Her very presence mocks me and she 
never gets the hands right.
All I want is a pair of long gloves.
Is that too much to ask?

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