Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Hunting For Cherubs - Poem by Jeffrey McDaniel

If you heard your lover scream in the next room
and you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor, in a small puddle of blood.

You wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say,
'Darling, are you OK? '

No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders
and worry about the pinkie later.

The same holds true if you heard the scream,
ran in and saw his hand or -god forbid- his whole arm.

But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room,
and you run in and his head is on the floor next to his body.

Which do you rush to and comfort first?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 14, 2008

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