273 – Animosity

Animosity

such a strange
fitting slicker

seal skin skinned
stretched oily tight

it wears hot and close
to the skin

don’t breathe
repelling everyday rain

hung in the hall
with the other coats

takes shape
a pup wailing

in the dark
see it?

wrist-deep
in dishwater

each fork
a sharp rebuke

each saucer
a potential shard

in blunt
hands

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