No Grip
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Saturday, March 4, 2006
There is no grip
Upon my breasts
As cold as mine,
How amiss
Is Life...
There is no grip
Upon request
As cold as mind,
How remiss
Is Life...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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