It's more than a dish,
it's an experience.
Why a snear McNear?
You stand, stalk closely.
You wait for the moment of
the point and turn.
You torture on whim
and punish out of loneliness.
Why the lone dune of your reverie
must come to encompass me-
I don't know.
I could give you eyes larger
than huckleberries,
a smile like the sweet yawn of morning.
But.
You'd turn it down on a day like today.
You'd turn me away,
as you have done.
I take lessons
and write them down:
the topagraphy of a snear
I can sketch, and for it,
I will recollect.
Let us say goodbye.
I want to say goodbye.
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