S’always gonna be there,
that stain like a slitherin’ dog
done nabbed a cookie.
Let’s call it spilt milk,
if we must, but fuck
that was a rabbit punch.
Let’s keep in it the hutch
with all the chipped bowls
and riddled towels.
I know. But forgive
don’t mean forgot,
just means put away
with split chinas
and red linen.
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