Today I found a baby's glove 
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman. 
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..
and I... 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. 
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time 
Since I thought about what it had done
and where it had been and who it had belonged to
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
I thought about who it might have done
and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to. 
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation
but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it.

And through wax seals and padlocks... 
A hand through my ribcage. 
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders
...collarbone...crushing. 
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, 
forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher,
feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...
and I couldn't take it any more, 
I said, "I've got to go, I've got to get out of here," 
and I ran down the street, 
I've got to get out of here, 
I've got to go...