THE ACCESSORY OF RESPONSIBILITY
She showed up in a large, white van.
Her cauterizing tools were kept
within Velcro flaps that enthralled
the vehicle’s essential task.
No discernible hats.
Her talent is concealed,
wrapped astutely out of sight,
in a long coat of lipid gabardine.
She sniffs, my blood is here
love’s wound spilling still.
She panders for a source of power,
plugs into a polarizing orifice.
My anemic blood stalls.
She gathers up her things
and has departed
before I even swell.
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***Colin James has a chapbook of poems, DREAMS OF THE REALLY ANNOYING,
out from Writing Knights Press………..***
*Photography courtesy of Brian Michael Barbeito*
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