A Master Work--Of Sorts


by 15 below zero


A lone picture hangs on the wall, spattered with motherís cooking grease.
Do not leave me.
A muted image of fruit sketched haphazardly with unconnected strokes.
Do not leave me.
A white speckled frame, ribbed like fingers curving about a bottle of liquor.
I need you.

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