(September 25 1962 / New York City)

What do you think this poem is about?

Cubes

2 cubes in a glass of water
Slipping by each other
Blind to the world
Trapped in this glass
With no feeling but the wet cold
Of our iced skins and dead memories

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013


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