I told him, had begged him, to stay away.
He had given me once a candy cane,
Forced me to take it because I asserted once
That I liked placing peppermint sticks
In my coffee.
The candy cane broke in my purse
And I felt oddly distressed;
Seeing shards of peppermint at the
Bottom of my bag
The sweet cane snapped in halves
And then fourths
And then a million other little pieces
Like so much broken glass.
Nothing it seemed could be preserved under my care.
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