by Ditta Baron Hoeber

I imagine

That there’s no one
For whom I’ll break my hands

But it’s not true.
I would break my hands for you.

& I imagine that you ask.

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Ditta Baron Hoeber is an artist as well as a poet. Her poems have been published in a number of magazines including Noon, Gargoyle, The American Journal of Poetry, Juxtaprose, Pank, Burningword Literary Review, The American Poetry Review, and Contemporary American Voices. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and her first book, Without You: A Poem And A Preface, is forthcoming in 2023.