Wednesday, December 29, 2010

ice box plums.

This is just to say
That I threw your zippo in the Winooski River today:
The one you said your father used
In his coast guard days
When I heard the sharp words
That fell off of your tongue
In talking about me.

And if I had stolen your stuffed fox
like you think I did
I would have burned it's fucking nose off
And spit on it
And sent that down the river too.

I have never done a mean thing to you
In my life.
This is just to say that I regret that.