Letting a spider dance
Over the fairgrounds
Which—as it happens to chance—
Had just come to town—
For a season—
Cycles of werewolves and
Bicycles—
Words left forgotten
Like abandoned houses
Beside the canal—
Or our Christmas trees
For the garbage men
On New Years—
Or your younger
Sister's virginity -
Don't you see—
She doesn't care—
Emotions given to the
Marriages of limbo—
As the professors
I once knew
Commit suicide
Underneath the
Paper snowflakes.
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