Once shared, a time of need
need to be lifted from wasting
wasting time, before it wasted me
by wasting away, by forgetting to eat

forgetting is a dangerous thing
is what you reminded me
filling my cupboards with safe things

when glaciers came knocking, like Auden's chimes
and deep rivers ran flat

I wasn't forgotten, though time pulls at our strings
and distance leaves much to be remembered
you remembered late, late one evening
you remembered to love your crooked brother
and for that, he declares

to all who will listen

"don't listen to Auden
I know, know someone without a crooked heart
who has been in my kitchen

and kept me from wasting,
wasting, torn apart

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