jules bulman - I Found a Stocking Under the Bedside Table

I found a stocking under the bedside table
one of those knee-high ones that aren't real stockings
and cast no glamour

shed shrivelled
like a tiny proboscis
in that corner
where it crumpled
among some bits of glass from something broken

with the dust of her skin in the gauze

jules bulman

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