never move
when hiding;
certainly
not in any
fifth city on
any fifth ave
where all five
foot five men,
furtive
and tiny,
live in
one home,
each
trembling
barely
hidden when
hiding
too hard to
breathe.
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Lincoln’s note: I challenged Jen to write a poem, precisely 37 words in length, that did not use any pronouns or the word love. She did so. So did I. She challenged back, this time stipulating in addition no articles and no letter 's' . It also shouldn't rhyme. This is the result. It kinda wasn’t fair since my grasp of what constitutes an English article is slim at best. But I think I got it.