Gloves Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gloves



Gloves

The doctor suggested:
"Have chiropractic."

Her hands are touching me,
Do not feel her skin.

Wears gloves,
Plastic.

It is like having sex,
Me, wearing plastic
To avoid the babies.

Neither could nor I can
Like the things without feel.

Monday, July 13, 2020
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