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Kate Greene
Future Plans

The empty glove holding the other empty glove is patience and hunger.

 

The gloves are green and probably leather.

 

My mother wore gloves when I was a child and she was driving.

 

Slim gloves.

 

Only in winter.

 

Around her thumbnail her skin would flake.

 

How beautiful her flaking skin thought the child also satisfied by the shape of her nails in general, medium-narrow and medium-long.

 

They weren’t real driving gloves, and they were actually red.

 

Green driving gloves appeared in a recent email advertisement; I wanted them for myself.

 

Ten fingers for ten very special purchases.

 

Bonus neck massage and bildungsroman.

 

Fit them inside a mitten like coins fit in a mitten when you don’t want to differentiate.

 

Please let’s not go to Staten Island tonight, it’s too late for that kind of thing.