Holes
Holes in the wall adorn my boredom
Rotten cigarette ends
mock the
burnt-out-end-of-day, my
I'm so glad I'm taking this class with you,
she says
warm-toed
and un-empty.
She will never know how to plug it in.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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