Actually it is you who is more
or less intolerable, you have
the thing reversed, I am the
victim, me, it is I who labors
under your heated blanket in
August, forced (forced, I tell
you!) to resort to your same
old inaudible insults and hiss
through gritted teeth about
driving me crazy, muy loco,
the distance is all but here
to Venus and still too close,
too many lingering high noon
cactus shadows to even begin
to pretend it all never happened,
and if you bother to come back
(you will, you always will), can
you at least wait long enough
for buildings to rust and crumble
into a fine moustache of dust
on the lip of the canyon, or
better still, not come back at all?
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