Picked up a glove
from a bush
and found
a hand inside.
I didn’t feel

so lonely anymore.
I felt a little
spooked, honestly.
We were shaking,
we’d just met,

and I couldn’t
extricate myself
from the pleasantry.
So I brought
the hand home

and put it on ice,
like something
I had to preserve,
though forgetting
was what I needed.