Ex-Her Poem by Alistair Plint

When poetry
drops
on
white pages
like
thunderous
dark
clouded
drops of
sixty-per-cent
acid

it drops - her

She falls between
the sheets
of titles
similes
metaphors

Rides
words
like
a bareback
Eats the
grammar
owning it
like
- her
with
exclamation-points

The door slammed shut

closing
-her
on the wrong
side


Leaving
pages as
empty
as the bed
two sizes
too big

feels like

a hole
in
an empty
head

With
a
crust
warmed
formed
gently
over
the
blood
-pump

at some
stage
-life
-words

-her

de-pleats
and
de-parts
with
-her
suit-
case

and

heels



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