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sean pomposello Mar 2017
She leads with her
chin. Delicate as it
is. Bent slightly,
moving haltingly
with elbows at
sharp angles.

Do not be fooled
by her jarring,
reckless gait.

She is an
undeniable
force.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
While afoot
I happened
upon a head
on a *****
shoulder.

A little one
somewhere
is no doubt
teary.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
Take two,
sorta, like
strips. Wrap
them, 'kay?
Easy, right?
Wrong!

It takes 24
frickin' days
& 6 mother-
******* steps
to complete.

Seriously.

It is hell, trust
me. A living
hell.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
Today's baby will
swaddle you for
a mere fifty large.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
Seven nuns
at the Seven
Sisters Tube
Station ready
themselves
for their trip.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
Nicklas, small
& sharply dressed,
dapper even.
Ring fingers missing
from both hands,
lost @ McSorleys on
a drunken
evening,
practices his
bit and rubs
his nubs.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
I have these
spots where
I stash the
old ones.

Each a
different
strength–
all weaker
than the
one on
my nose.

In an old
shoe shine
box, the
medicine
cabinet,
the kitchen
pantry…

But without
any one of
them I can
never manage
to lay my hands
on even one pair.
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