Presents
I give you an emptiness
I give you a plentitude
unwrap them carefully.
-one's as fragile as the other-
and when you thank me
I'll pretend not to notice the doubt in your voice
when you say theyr'e just what you wanted.
Put them on the table by your bed.
When you wake in the morning
they'll have gone through the door of sleep
into your head. Whenever you go
they'll go with you and
wherever you are you'll wonder,
smiling about the fullness
you can't add to and the emptiness
you can fill.
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