Courting;
this is a thing I've written about like
a bunch of times.
That's fair, I think.
Crystal-eyed trite glassy sentiments
fake posturing
false nonchalance
bent truths.
That's fair too.
You're ornamental.
That's not insult.
When I tell you 'ornamental,'
I mean that in the best possible way.
Like a glass statue (more glass?)
above your grandmother's fireplace,
or near her stove,
that you will always recognize
and might buy a copy of.
Especially if you haven't visited in a dog's age.
'There he goes nostalgic again, drinking.'
Fuck whatever.
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