Susan Scutti
slack mouth revelations fade the flower of her dignity a residue of pulse follows the can’t complete she provides herself with one rectangular concern along the avenue and pauses to press the potential remains for flesh familiarity for possibility
mail is bills is book
mail is male
private whispers
unbetrayed
interior declarations made
ascend to your perch only to find a broken lock
fearlessness in hopelessness
the absurdity of despair in defeat
I’m pondering this one…I like you use of word structure within the poem.
Enjoyed the experience of reading this poem … nice ride.