Cauliflower Poem by Michael Arthur

Cauliflower



My scars haven't a clock
to punch out
I lace up kid gloves
loosely
emptying from breadbasket
down river
bending around bellybutton lint
to within an inch
of manhood
Healing don't keep
time

Sunday, January 29, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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