I pulled the covers over my head---
and I breathed as hard as I could to see if I could keep myself warm in the freeze
and then I closed my eyes and imagined icicles until I could count up no longer
Counting up was much too depressing---
because it leads to nowhere very fast
so I started on a downward spiral
I put your picture under the pillow---
and then I set the whole thing on fire
until the the whole room went up in smoke
and I watched my skin feel something other than you
In this solitude---
I was so lonesome for you, wishing you were lonesome for me too
but that was just Patsy
and nothing more
Looking at my fingers---
I was certain I found the reasons why your eyes went astray
but I was remiss
and missing my feet
---they would always be mine,
after all
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