Sunday, February 7, 2016


Our hands seek out
objects to fill them
as if there weren't
enough picture frames
around, enough arms
of chairs, enough
plastic objects
we only touch,
wrapped and unwrapped,
in rooms as full as this,
in times very much
like this slowness.
Wasn't it yesterday
we wondered just how
to turn the handle,
to walk out and not
look back too often?

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