I can forgive you
for dancing the salsa with two left feet.
I can forgive you
your clam lips with their deep-sea silence.
But I cannot forgive
the slow dropping-off,
the descent into the abyss,
the seaweed you used as a gag,
the pale-fish mind and the blind eyes,
and the turning as if from the lights of Alvin
when you came back to my world.
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