Fogged-up Windows

Where are we, Annie? I'd like to know.
In a state park parking lot, next to a
Lake, in the cold, in the darkness,
Unseen, we are busily mauling
Each other. We always do, but you
Don't want your kids to find me in
Your house, and our boss said the rules
Say leave you alone. We are here, but
Not anywhere, coupled and stuck.
Will we ever move on? I don't know.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-12 at 15:09

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