If I could get
my hands on
a little bit
of it–neither fish,

flesh, nor fowl. Not
you, Harry. No one’s
mother–or father,
or children. Not

me again. Not
earth, sky, water–
no mind, no time.
No islands in the sun.

Money I don’t want.
No place more
than another–
I’m not here

by myself. But,
if you want to give
me something for Xmas,
I’ll be around.