Bheka Poem by L.B. Temuco

Bheka



Angled on the edge of a desk
a half-emptied carton
of cranberry juice
stands
strangled, in slow demolition,
its crumpled geometry
fingers the space
that Waldo calls home!

Monday, April 27, 2015
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