For Michael
So after the business where a football
took the young keeper's head off,
that time when I picked up a cat
and it popped like a blister of a bladderwrack,
the incident where I stamped
and the British Isles crazied like a dropped i-Phone
I've resolved to take it gentle.
Now, I pick up tea mugs the way others
cup rare butterflies;
I tiptoe everywhere;
when I sneeze, I am my face at the sky
because everything is breakable
and I just want to get through the week.
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