Was just turning off the AC
when I saw your cloisonne beads
on the Honeywell meter
I may have stolen them from you
You bought me many lamps
you had such great taste
around this lamp are a pair
of beads, round ones, remember them?
These are strung on a single white line
each one a beauty, a masterpiece
hand-made, I'd guess, on one of your
farflung trips you went with your late friend
Jill, o dear god, they all died, but you,
Dear Mother, forgive me for stealing, and
you, too, Mama, were once a great beauty
your mother never told you, the shrike,
but Daddy did. Our own true sweet Daddy did.
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