My Man’s Tool SetA Poem by Foxemerald< I reached up to put my man’s screwdriver in his bag and . . . >
I came across the secret bag
It was bulging out from every end, Screwdrivers, in pairs of three went out like the feathers on a duck’s rear end. I wondered about the bulges that if only, I had the nerve to touch, could tear my fingers up like Projects. What strength might be inside that dirty ruckus, to create such a great addition to the Picture a man keeps of himself, who never can be seen without his rusty nail pockets, and most especially in . . . The presence of a woman. Em ~ © 2022 FoxemeraldReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 20, 2022 Last Updated on April 20, 2022 AuthorFoxemeraldMIAboutHi, So, I see you’ve found me. Since the excitement and mystery of being the ‘anonymous writer’ has been shorn, let me tell you a little more about myself. I graduate with a Bache.. more..Writing
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