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Manners
Polite up until the
noose couldn’t be shrugged off
manners aren’t necessary
in the frying pan
the girl would walk along the fence
while he was teaching her about
poetry and music and butterflies
It seemed so wonderful.
Her: asking rhetorical questions
Him: pouring his attention into her pitcher
until there is a
prick of her porcelain
the linen suffers their sin
the frying pan ends him
the noose ends her
And so they
walk along the fence
Without memories
Of the frying pan or noose
