PARROT
I'd rather not do
this over the phone,
but I'd also rather
not have to see
you again in whatever's
left of this lifetime.
The goldfish that
died when you looked
at it has been
replaced. The cat
that left when you
didn't returned
once you had gone.
The parrot ate its words.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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