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Beware The Sign of Sagittarius

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Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

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Beware The Sign of Sagittarius


in December
I do my best
to un-remember you

but with your unusual persistence
you wear me down
like the oft-repeated syrupy greetings
of the season do
how you ring shallow and untrue

a well-packaged presentation
dressed up the finest papers and ribbons,
were you

how I covered myself
hid from your displeasure
with my thinning smiles
in an effort to placate too

your expensive gifts
bought on clearance
your handsome looks
plagiarized style
you rehearsed your borrowed lines
out of the best story books
out-lasted me un-emotionally by miles

in the end
I couldn't undo the deeds you did
you probably still do..

what a dark blizzard you were
testing the limits
the emotional whiteouts of you
and piling up banks of resentments
strident expectations of mood

how voracious,
how selfish
eating up my psyche
a glutton gobbles up
the best food

now its December
I do my best
to un-remember you

beware the sign of Sagittarius
whose bow bears no arrows of love
occasionally I still find
the remnants of old stingers
lodged just below my left lung

then I was your mark
but you never had
much of an aim

a look on the ground
still shows
fresh crimson littering
new-fallen snow
found this malingering in an old change purse
within a purse
its dated December 1999...I changed quite a bit of it
and rewrote it here. It was an old habit of mine
to write on anything like an envelope or receipt
and then put it back in the purse and forget about it altogether.

12:26 pm PST 6/22/2017 time/date stamped
legal copyright for this work and also by
this author Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World.

re-edited today June 23, 2017 12:50pm PST





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