Intruder Alert
A conference theatre, unfilled, a field;
Some poor woman, older, robust, sexless to me,
Her seat shifts, becomes a vice;
Her shouts scorch, stark pain,
I am shock still,
I can't forgive me this. This poem was published in the Autumn 2K2 edition of Subverse. |
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