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GlovesToday I found a baby's gloveLying on the drainage board so still Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman. The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb.. and I... Now I have my own private collection All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors Now I have no room for my obsession Lined up and labelled in neat little packets. The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about. I'll think twice before I pick it up this time Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to And I'll twice before I pick it up this time I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to. The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it. And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage. Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders ...collarbone...crushing. I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... and I couldn't take it any more, I said, "I've got to go, I've got to get out of here," and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go... |