The Image
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.
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