christmax 2 by foutoux


CHRISTMAX 2   

I wish I could say
that u were not a pain
in the neck

but this would not be true.
holding your bent white foot
in the water while you drink
leaves marks on my parque

rushing through
200 years of stone cottage
disturbs the ghosts
who live here tranquilly
with me


From time to time you
decide not to use the litter
tray and i have to seek out
on four floors your christmas present to me.

but oh max
you were given to me as a
lifemas present and cannot live without you.

foutoux copyright 2018

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