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A squirrel walked into the mower.
Alright, I put him in there if truth be told.
But I was
young and gay in a terrible time.
To my mind, still,
my most heinous crime
is that

I Have Forgotten How to Love You
and reason for going on is gone, gone.
Pilate resigns with a sign of the cross.
You can’t fly an airplane on chocolate sauce.

There was a bear
a holy terror in your room.
When I shot him I discovered
he was my brother
in a bear costume.

So much for me as the Iron Man
a warrior soul made of marzipan

The memories of those better years
are shining brightly through my tears.
I Have Forgotten How to Love You.
I can’t remember how.
Dismember, disembowel
me now.