What Was Missing

Vandal Poem of the Day: March 29, 2021

 by Margaree  Little

The undersides
of the hands. The hair.

The eyes. The chin,
the spot where the chin

becomes the neck.
Both of the arms.

The armpits.
The left tennis sneaker,

Wilson brand.
Water that we could

have left for him.
The sound of trains.

The canals that carry sound
into the ears. The ears.

Bruises and lips.
Wallet, if there ever was

a wallet. Light after a while.
Dark after a while.

Thighs. A name.
The face, the neck.

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