After Reading the Bell Jar
curl up like black paper
burning like a moth;
a glove turned inside out;
trapped too under a house;
a circle hidden and musty;
fragile under steps,
let us escape the carrying;
legions of white coats,
corridors as long as life.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2017
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