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Cara Losier Chanoine

What I said was
“Could you pass me some brown sugar for my tea?”

And what I meant was,
“You are the opposite of everything alive
and I know that when you feed the swans
in the park, with bread crusts from your lunch,
you’re really hoping that they’ll choke
and die
and stop being so much
prettier than you.”

What I said was
“I hope that wasn’t thunder,
it’s been such a nice day.”

And what I meant was,
“I hate your guitar. It puts puncture wounds
in my dreams and I would like to roast it
(like a suckling pig) with an apple on its neck.
And then, I would eat it, with a fork and knife
and every time you rubbed my stomach,
like a lamp,
I would play you a song
about how much
I hate
your guitar.

What I said was
“Yes, I suppose the olives are a little
overripe for a Greek salad.”

And what I meant, was
“You are a hot cup of Hemlock tea
on a warm day in Greece, and I think
you execute philosophers in your spare time
because your jealousy is the poison of cold snake lips
that you use to kiss with.”

What I said was
“It’s been nice catching up.”

And what I meant was
“I don’t know why we’re friends,
we were never very good at being lovers,
and I know that you keep me around
so you can stroke your own ego
while I pretend to care. You
you
you
are the same stale song
played out on repeat.

What I said was
“I don’t understand.”

And what I meant was
“I don’t understand
you.”

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