Two Poems

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
July 20, 2016
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[If only we could only talk with our hands—just]

If only we could only talk with our hands—just

fingers & palms & those small bones, twenty-seven,
distinct, from tip through wrist, most firmly bound

I’d apologize less for all the wrong things I say.
The problem, I guess, is mouths. So cavernous, maybe.

So little light there. Another problem: once I walked
with another on an enclosed bridge over a six-lane

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