Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #355 our arms




her arm
it is our mother’s
it is mine too as I look down
wary of the swirl of burn
travelling my skin
millennia in the car
sunglassed
glared
arm out to indicate
then rolling down the windows even more
leaning out
now I press a button and
the world jerks



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