Thursday, January 8, 2015

EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE

Blindsided—even as I happen
to advance 

past reprehensible walls 
of frost-

nettled plate glass—and utterly 
confounded

by the mere glance—because
now

at once lusting-
after,

and despising—
the tidy perpendicular  

stature
of all those unclaimed stacks 

of gold-
glowing french 

fried
potatoes inside—

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