5.27.2018

60/40

You can't count
how many times
you've hit or rubbed your arm
accidentally against
the rusted anchor
dredged locally from the Hudson
and given to you
by a man over twice your age
who'd appreciate the irony
of how you've mounted it
to a cast iron vent pipe
rising through your apartment
dangerously close to your dinner table

nor do you recall
if your tetanus innoculation
is up to date
though your jaw would be hard to lock
regardless of infection
since you're the kind
that doesn't count a wad of cash
handed to him if eye contact's made.

Only the guilty defend themselves.

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