The Things I Cannot Give

The things I cannot sell, I give
like strawberries to a homeless woman
who is not there.

This is not laced through with bitterness,
a blanket I borrowed, forgot to return.

The things I cannot give, I break
figuring they are useless
to anyone but me.


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