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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 Vote for this poem |
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