There were sharp points of ambiguity
forked thoughts parting on a less traveled hunch
improvised explosive devices on the kitchen table
landscape of miscellaneous utensils and surgical drop cloths
between salt and pepper and adjacent to some Tupperware
thingy empty with after factory burp the lid some distance
away from the scene
ruptured pustules perhaps corpuscles maybe a spread
of jam gone array smudges and prints
cluttered the site and fingered a suspect
2011 © Michael A. Wells
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