Nothing there.
Mostly sleeve and air.
Not much flesh on the bone;
Not the forearm I remember -
Strong enough to push a house over;
Now stripped back to that barest of bones
Too lean even to be Cassius
For want of a hungrier look.
Nothing there
Only sleeve and air.
Tuesday poem #571 : Anna Reckin : Linearity
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