Someone carried a pail,I plunged my hands in.The water boiled.I wore violet gloves beaded with glass.
Now what do I do with this water.How can I pick the pail up.Where should I set it.How to turn doorknobs and enter roomsand not lift my child
Is it too late to cut them off.Where will I bury them.If I burn them, whowill breathe the air of their burning.
Throw them into the ozone.Ship them to Mars,
these death hands.
No pockets will have them.
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