After Reading The Bell Jar Poem by Leslie Philibert

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.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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