14 February 2009
I can't have you?
good heavens,
I never thought of you like that;
a possession to gather,
a piece of luggage with my tags.
As just some friend, I had thought to draw something deeper from your closedness,
but I don't want to have you.
Who asks to own sunshine, or fresh water, or happiness? I don't claim you
like some item at will-call.
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I read in the WSJ this week that in Switzerland, it's illegal to flush a goldfish down the toilet without knocking him/her out first. True story.
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