Now there’s just me
and the plastic owl
sitting on the roof
waiting for Minerva
goddess of fading
the owl’s gotten
stuffed with used
kitty litter to keep
him stable lord
knows what stability
I contain or how
it all gets processed
into me sometimes
or to what effect
I’m compelled to be
still obsessed with you.
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