From you I learned the nature of silence. Have you my name in a plastic box? I choked on you on your dead rosemary and forget-me-nots. I’m not what I am. Congratulations. Frankenstein’s monster minus bolts. Serve you right if I abandoned you to the villagers. Maybe I should ask how I can love you so much and like you so little. See what the response is. I might have to stab you with a hypodermic, you’re so allergic to truth. Or I might might just watch you choke watch you suffer through. But that’s not my style. So maybe I’ll just kiss this pain goodbye for now and walk away for awhile. Giving grief like a present ain’t no way to love.