Owl

When finally,

with my carefully crafted and dearest green thoughts,

Jinxed, your dreams, will come crashing,

Unraveled you'll knock at my door

wetting the soil with your tears

And the tears will be gold, and gold will be

tears and gold,

and sweetest to me, your flesh.

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In Italian, to "owl" someone is to wish for their misfortune. A shared pain is half a pain, and a shared joy is double a joy; but I struggle to quantify that small, prickly pleasure you can feel by dragging someone down.