nothing sidereal in this one
no gods unless minor household idols
blank visages of benevolence
nothing warmer than tea
but here the food and the books
tears cake coffee theses
I'm just trying to relax and she keeps
quarrels over apples or milk
What? Stop looking at me like that. I said
dissection of the who and the why
the dosing of the medicines
Another whine out of you and you will have to go somewhere else
the thousand things to forget and make the past lovable
the small details to send to the future,
postcards from the time we had
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