Look But Do Not Touch
At the age of 5f
I scraped my knees on a lesson
many do not learn until age 50.
Our family cat was thin and black,
with an eye color you could find in a martini glass.
And while my childish desire to drown that damn cat in my love
was crystally innocent,
it quickly taught me that
do not touch
applies to love just as much as it does to the antique shop
you once visited
as a kid.
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