Saturday, May 9, 2015



Unzipped from dark
it is seven minutes slow,
half a minute lost

for each month off your wrist.
I hesitate, then sever
the plastic tag, your name                      

in a stranger’s hand.
On my wrist the metal
cool. Finding warmth, it tingles.      

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