13

Judas whispering
at the end of the dinner table.

Any one of us with too many
fingers, too many toes.

One o’clock
across an afternoon.

Often a place of
public broadcast.

Almost always
puberty.

Unlucky
obviously.

For some reason a number
much embraced by bakers.

The hotel floor
never yet met.

 

 

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