by Bill Yarrow
What recalcitrance of personality
occludes the possibility of love?
I see so many knitted in demons.
Somehow the world survives, just barely.
The brides are smiling, but for how long?
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This poem appeared in the March 2011 issue of Negative Suck.
Thank you, Jeff Callico.
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).