Isolation kept me pure
in the paradise of innocence
until the pest came and brought the plague
spread by connecting the gaps in my fingers with his.
I had adjusted to the cold long enough
that the heat burned the skin
right between my knuckles.
He left with a lack of responsibility; I promised never to leave without my gloves again.
-S.Kelly Woz
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Isolation kept me pure
in the paradise of innocence
until the pest came and brought the plague
spread by connecting the gaps in my fingers with his.
I had adjusted to the cold long enough
that the heat burned the skin
right between my knuckles.
He left with a lack of responsibility; I promised never to leave without my gloves again.
-S.Kelly Woz
