it doesn't seem that cold
but the pipes are frozen outside
foetid dishwater
© Rachel Green December 2022
Once in a while I type your name
into a search engine and look you up
wondering if you're still alive
and what you did when you were free.
There's nothing there.
A scattering of your poems; a few paintings:
I'll admit my bias against your work,
since you totally suppressed mine.
"Only one of us can be an artist."
You have to admit mine were better
but then I would say that, wouldn't I?
Your last update was three years ago,
so I guess you're dead by now.
'Bye.
© Rachel Green December 2022
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