Postcard
POSTCARD
P ouring through an old box I foun D,
O ne postcard, THE postcard, from last Novembe R.
S uch an innocuous front, with its Chinese pagod A,
T ricked me into thinking it was something Romanti C .
C onsequently your words, laced with arsenic, poisoned my unprepared hear T,
A s you confessed you didn’t love me, in ALL CAPS, for everyone to witnes S.
R eading it again, before I ripped it to shreds, it was all I could do not t O
D rown in memory's tra P.
6/15/11
(double acrostic and shape poem)
(last line used to be "down a forbidden nightcap", then revised as above.)
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
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