Pistachio ice cream

Winter is but a memory
In the melting heat
You told me about
Your first dreams
Your final dreams

We sat on the park bench
Eating pistachio ice cream
You could hurt people
& then like a child
Enjoy a treat
People are like this

Pistachio ice cream
Is my favourite

What did Hannah call it?
The banality of evil

© Niliema Karkhanis

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