I count my fingers
after I shake hands with him.
Stolen heart; what's next?
****
Herding grains of sand;
a fool tries to sweep a desert.
Leave nature alone.
****
Domestic forms of
assault; the agreed upon
reductions. Marriage.
****
You gave me a frame
glass free, backless, vacant and
doomed to hang condemned.
****
Curved metal and wood
the language of destruction
violates the ear.
****
Stockings. Whisper it!
The word is meant to be freed
between tongue and teeth.
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