A GLOVE

4 3 R A G L O V E J U S T I N Q U I N N I lost a glove and kept the other, my life on hold through snow and storm, one hand cold, the other warm. I lost a glove and while the other hung on to me for all I’m worth, the first roamed free over the earth. I lost a glove and found another, another sheath, a shade of leather that seemed to breathe a di√erent weather. I lost a glove and it found other flesh to clad, crimes to commit, although I had no hand in it. I lost a glove and, sad, the other at the breach 4 4 Q U I N N Y would try to clap but couldn’t reach across that gap. I lost a glove then lost the other. I’d no more forms that could withhold the snows, the storms, the perishing cold. ...