Tonight's Poet Corner: Palmheld

Palmheld
by Belinda Roddie

soaking in the black pepper
with a second-hand sponge, I sneezed
and wiped my nose with a scar.
you waited for me outside,
your cold fingers gripping your
cold fancy purse, the wind
refusing to warm up your cold lips.
you had flames dancing around your eyes
but the green ice could not be thawed,
while I, clawing for life in the kitchen,
grabbing my bagged lunch, staggering,
forgot the clock on the wall and
stifled another guffaw with a hook.

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