Short Poem No.20

/ Benjamin Spencer

To her, he is the perfect specimen of time and place,
To himself, he is too close to something very wrong.

Halfway home she remembers the bracelet in the kitchen,
draped on the stained wood chair – she closes the window.

I hate these damn boots.

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