The Horrors

Today i found a baby's glove
lying on the drainage board, so still
yesterday a leather glove
from the slim fingered hand of a woman.
the next time i saw it was lying
half-frozen and twisted on the kerb
and i couldnt take it.
now i have my own private collection
all lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
now i have no room for my obsession
lined up and labelled in neat little packets
the next time i saw one it stuck inside my head
and became all that i could think about.
and through wax seals and padlocks