
zoology was not on my radar —
you knew that better than anyone, your
x-ray vision exposing my every weakness,
wild extrapolations I could not be held responsible for,
vindications souring like fermented wine,
usurping fanatical tongues
thick with unwarranted lies, fabrications
slickened with vicious outrage,
resourceful in their clever
quintessential civic demeanors, nibbling
pralines, pretzels and prawns — somber
overtures devoid of quiet
nocturnal memories, etchings of
Montgomery, Alabama in spring,
lemon tree lovers
kept in the dark, spirited
junctures of time, the endearing
individuality, the oozing charisma
hovering on a far-fetched periphery —
garnets of an abandoned childhood,
frank discussions over Spaghetti-O’s,
elegant petit fours and Black Cherry Kool-Aid —
dinner trays at Auntie June’s, sitting on her kitchen sofa,
cat hair adhering to black velvet,
back when the Internet was nobody’s pipe-dream,
AI not yet invented to keep you from living your very best life
















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