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Third Poem For The Stapler

Rating: 4.3

The stapler teases me
as i sit at this desk.
he asks me, blankly,
mouth hanging open,
'what are you doing? '
i expect heavy breathing
to issue from the space
between his upper lip and lower jaw.
my hand twitches to grab him, squeeze him shut,
- resistance.

persistance.
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Kelly Allen Vinal 12 September 2005

Not bad at all. Light-hearted and witty!

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