I wanted to send you carnations
from the White House.
Imagine your flurry
and consternation!
Surely a mistake! Addressed to me?
Which House? Not that House?
But I was afraid.
We are casual only
in fantasy and laugh
only in photographs
kept in boxes
stored in closets.
All men are siblings
so I hear.
I am a sibling
or I was. I think I was
once.
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