farro
boiling on the stove
large
handsome man
blue slacks
widow’s peak
my eyes
find his eyes
they find
the ground
his eyes again
please
don’t take my wife
from me
his adam’s apple
moves up
it moves
down
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: http://poets.nyq.org/poet/justinhyde.
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