A poem of mine from WAY before I posted everything online. Close to thirty years old, in fact…working on a series of ultra-short poems for a project; thought I’d resurrect this one…
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Her eyes put a slap
on your nerves.
There’s been another hand
in hers —
not yours,
but at once you know
you know it
as you know your own.
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