alfie lee writing

gloves

last night i forget
my gloves on
my way

to meet you
and lose all
feeling

in my fingers then
never felt
them more.

the cold device
to break me in
her iron

maiden of icy
nails and nos. this
morning

i take you
to your station, water
logged

in the act
of falling off
leaves, go on.



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