i sat down to write tonight,
keying in a long string of words
who felt a bit uneasy together,
but who expressed the idea
well enough for me to look at,
well enough for me to see in them
a blurry image of two jealous eyes and,
with a careless gesture of the hand,
the kind you make when
mosquitoes have given you
too much trouble,
wave them away.
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