Plaster of Paris in Kid GlovesA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
abominations
lack courage cowardly fists plunge
into absorbing flesh eyes that see deeply
into the pain blacken restitution is a fabled
word game a board game
"Sorry" that gets flipped over
in the subservient opponent's mind as the heart leans on
the ropes feels an irrelevant
snack pressed against lips accumulated kisses of
tepid fervor she will soon quit say "Uncle" and he will think he's
her daddy but when she orphans
herself with the blade the dark pupils that
have learned much shall peer at him through steel bars with a steeled will he created with yellow
hands. erin-cilberto 10/13/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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9 Reviews Added on October 14, 2019 Last Updated on October 14, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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