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October 14, 2016

Even with a curved mouth
Overlooking the grounds,
It is still the place
They lock you up when

You are no longer convenient -
Flowers in the Attic,
Jane Eyre, The Diviners -
There are trunks filled

With wedding veils
And dusty, dried boutonnieres.
The corsage you wore
To winter carnival or

The bodies of dead wasps.
They crunch under
You as you pace and remember
What once was.


This is Poem #181 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

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