Gloves
The horrors
Today I found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman.
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets.
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about.
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to.
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it.
And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage.
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing.
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...and I couldn't take it any more, I said, "I've got to go, I've got to get out of here," and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go.
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman.
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets.
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about.
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to.
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it.
And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage.
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing.
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...and I couldn't take it any more, I said, "I've got to go, I've got to get out of here," and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go.
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