What does giving look like? Yesterday, while rummaging around looking for yeti things, I happened upon this dishtowel I forgot I had. The universe gifted me this Christmas duck, so I decided to give it some gifts.
New Poem
On Vacation
We visited
something else disappeared
pieces of shared experience
taking up residence
in the paintings
on your forehead
and the crook behind
a slightly bent left leg
The apartment didn’t want to keep me
If wallpapered, the same place
so we met in other places
If only your smile were digestible
when we stayed together
we reflected their appearance
these women
during clenched fists
It isn’t fair that the flavor or feel
is neither sugar nor milk
to my coffee
I let you finish my reach
forward to cut into the bits
before depositing them
to encounter the rebuke
Experience Writing 
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