box on the stoop. By
Tuesday they have
vanished.
One missing glove must
end up somewhere,
cloth does not melt
into the ground with
snow.
A girl at the bar alone
looks like she's been crying
has to go home with
someone. Bar times at four.
Red swollen neck
skin. Some mouths been
on you. A body will not
swell so on its own.
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