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from "December Songs"

You think why now. Why again. Meaning. Yes. Your own breath smells stupid. Meaning. Your eyes stuff themselves. Ragged cloths in a drawer. Drawer of drawers. You become. Your mother brings tea in the living room. Her smile a fist opened. A peppermint. Yes. You love your mother and your life. You love your past and its stench. You think you are making a cheese. For a moment. Of yourself for the world. What will it taste like. You wonder. Silence. The cheese. When it's complete. Your mother. Sips her tea. Black and scalding. Silence. About you. So tell me.