to talk about the things I want to talk
to you about. Sometimes the time fills up
like a bowl of green curry with jasmine rice,
basil leaves and sliced chicken.
The time with you gets spicy and I forget
to talk about the things I want to talk
to you about. Spices fill up my bowl
anyway, time doesn't. Time with you really
can't be bowled, drawn, quartered
or pressed with garlic paste, distilled
in candy sticks, and I forget to think
what it was to talk with you.
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