Eating from a
Santa Claus mug stained with sorbet,
(I believed until I was ten, and
I wanted it all to be real, down to
the reindeer hoof-print I thought I saw)
with a rose-etched spoon,
from our old house
(separation echoed
by who has the old cutlery
and who kept the microwave).
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