Thursday, October 12, 2017

knock at the door by Justin Hyde

boiling on the stove


handsome man

blue slacks
widow’s peak

my eyes
find his eyes
they find

the ground

his eyes again


don’t take my wife
from me

his adam’s apple
moves up
it moves


my hands
find the
front of my jeans

find each other

calluses like
muted pyramids

he turns

& walks away.

Justin Hyde's books and other poems can be found here:

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