Cufflinks

I read of reverberations
at once heed them

I simmer the smithy
of wise words
wise men
horrors abounding

I strive to walk straight
but how
and which way–
and should I lump my shoulders?

Im tempting a voice
I know
for it’s absurd
doing this alone

books, anyway
are easy pickups

when she’s just a table away
crumpling a sheet
of wax paper

talk to her
maybe she’ll know

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