A glove misses another glove like light misses darkness
ONE GLOVE from Citizen Brooklyn on Vimeo.
It starts with mittens—then oh, shit, a single glove
cold and alone on its own stuck in mold and mud,
crinkled up in dust, cusped with morning dew
invisible to its owner.
A glove misses another glove like light misses
darkness, or keys miss locks, or feet miss socks.
They can’t make it if they tried. Just two gloves,
yearning for a you and I.