It Does Poem by J.L. Nash

It Does



it does

left on concrete
a bloodstained chainsaw

it does

it’s empty now wiped with antiseptic
the incubator

it does

crumpled inside another’s pocket
receipts for flowers for someone else

Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: concrete
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