rough pasturage
it was dumb to think
i'd ever take the impression you
made on me,
vanna,
sitting on the couch upholstery
with someone else's children,
staring at the sargent
printed on the wall and
thinking of something. i told you
i wrote a paean to someone walking
by the other day and you nodded.
i will keep you safe.
i will keep you hearty.
i will have you drink ten gallons of warmed milk
at each breakfast if you will just look at me.
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