There will be so many things I forgot to tell you. The coconut in the wine. The way I can't control us, though I try. God knows
the plastic cup. The cat
getting into the baggage. Gets
in to the trunk. We forget. There were earrings
under the carpet and things
weren't where we left them. It's why.
I'm leaving. I'm crawling under the carpet too
and I'll sink there. Sing to you in dreams
in alternate professions.
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