My friends prepare a table for me,
a place to sit,
when other places won’t do.
the ghosts of dead pets,
old lovers –
growing on me,
the faces of my enemies are
obscured by plastic flowers.
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My friends prepare a table for me,
a place to sit,
when other places won’t do.
the ghosts of dead pets,
old lovers –
growing on me,
the faces of my enemies are
obscured by plastic flowers.