Several weeks ago
I had a call from a telemarketer,
he sounded pale, I worried about him
a little. It didn’t stop me from asking him to hold
while I wove a ceremonial blanket
on a loom I was just then bent on building.
Maybe it was a kind of break for him
I would have bought whatever it was.
I went to a tough place
and hid my design. I grew horns.
I rimmed adversaries. It wasn’t too much,
Jeff, considering what you’d been through.
We all carry ourselves as weight. This time,
though, I felt strong. Strong like
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