Address to Self, 2/8

February 8

Les, I talk to myself

and from the doctor comes

the prescription:

      No texts, no flirts,

no cocks crowing on the roofs

of coops at four in the morning;

No hunting for wilds

in the middle

of November foggy down.

In short, keep the turkey cold.

Consider a cessation

on jokes and winky faces.

The point on the pencil,

graphite

since well before the lead rumors,

is that you (meaning I)

may not fall

for someone with a girlfriend,

no matter

how cool they may be (with it).

Stone,

this is no time to soften.

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