L. K. Thayer

Rookie (Fargo, North Dakota)

I Guess She Must... - Poem by L. K. Thayer

my hands are getting older
the thumb I used to suck
and stuck out
get a ride
some stranger who
thumbed his nose
saying to himself
how could she ever
get in a car
not knowing
where I would
take her
or who the hell I am?
I guess she must
with trust

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  • Neil Marsden (10/9/2008 4:16:00 AM)

    A rose amongst hundreds of literary thorns, extremely complex and entirely addictive - brilliant (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 6, 2009

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