Sunday, January 18, 2009

losing Pat to Capricorn

please pass the sugar with hands of violet death,
you, who once so completely scattered each utensil
in a pattern of unlovely grace,

who, groping across cloths of checkered space,
could have measured once such easy tasks
with a twirl of napkin and stainless:

be rough, my lovely, now that death has pushed you

into a curled fetal grasp.

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