Friday, February 7, 2014

APOSTROPHE

Little crimson
left-
hand mitten 

abandoned 
crusty
on frozen pavement—you beckon

me 
to answer—rightly

the filthy question 
you're only half-
way asking—

what is it—exactly? 
that you

are holding-
out for?

And how separate 
is it?
you think—

that you'll 
be
looked at—afterwards?

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