The Kiss Off

I am curvy like a comet is curvy.
Like the bend of an elbow.
The back of the knee.
The eye in the trunk in the center of a tree.
What can contain me, you ask.
Shakespeare’s thimble.
A whiskey flask.
Not even the universe.
That and then some.
I am a memory like a stone is a memory.
Like goodbye and hello.

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