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Unkind

One day chasing birds and you’re Mohammed Ali again.
Wind your neck in.
Is it fair?
Your eyes get
Hungry and wild
And suddenly
Everything is a big deal.

I call you up to talk about
My anger and my plans.
You tell me
As if it were the same thing
How you cannot wait
For life
To be over.

You knock at my virtual door
In your virtual pyjamas
With a flickering oil lamp and a bear.
Not tonight.
For God’s sake.
Back out in the cold with you.

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