I used to tease you
in mock-anger about
whistling circus music
in my house
but then I learned
how real
your anger
gets to be, so
indulgent, bloated.
I wish the memory
of your calliope tunes
could drown out the
bellows, the fire in
your eyes,
and that what I feel
now could somehow
qualify as mock-sadness.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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