here hang
the soiled
and tattered husks
poorly washed
of those
who would be
real persons
save their abandonment
in this place and time
out of sync
of awkward fit
paralyzing naïveté
bad teeth
and hard truths

• • •

rob kistner © 1/10/15

• this poem loosely inspired by this visual prompt at Magpie

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