Sight
Christmas
I spent the half of that day remembering
the thing
in small judders
the moment of the perfume
at the dresser
the pulling on of this dress
then
rejecting the gold Mona Lisa
for the oatmeal muslin
is that where the glasses came off
got put down mingled into some
detritus dross dreck
manure of Christmas rotating through the
house
out into the bins will I later be up to the
wrists
coffee grounds tea leaves
dismal barely able to see the filth
will this be a mercy I have my doubts
in search do I just cut
the losses go cook do a thing for which
sight is superfluous like listening
to Bing
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