by Alice C
you’re like the egg in my soufflé
a well-liked aunt who’s come to stay
a reference book when I’m in need
a cat I might forget to feed
and though an absent minded friend
would drive most people round the bend
you’ve somehow let me stick around
our friendship’s yet to run aground
please know I’m ever grateful for
your endlessly receding shore
your disregard for keeping score
and tent with room for three or four
you’re the chocolate they leave on your pillow for free
the mark on your face after hugging a tree
the one spot in the office that fits a space heater
and like the excretory organs of a bee you make life sweeter
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