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oaken

Humor’s too terribly insensitive...

      A small token.

  I’m secretly sentimental;
Not mental, but eye-quietly:

  A man framed for family,
      A man given o’er to what that is—

  Porchlamp lit, holy shit, and I love you.

            Not a place for inhumane-isms,
      But a seat for a smile at them.

      Humor’s too terribly insensitive;
          ‘Haps why I grab its branch

  O’er its limp-limbed chuckle-stem.

      Sarcasm’s the best sink for them
  Who burn it on a blanch;

And a perfect pot to piss in—
  Remember me, girls, as shadedly soft,

      But heart-oaken.


—for Kiwi, Copperhead and Nonny,
Three of the very best human beings I’ve ever known. I love you—immeasurably.


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