the poet
and her oven, the flame
doused.
the doors
sealed,
the children safe
in their cribs.
the gas
turned high, her
second, her third
her final
try.
brilliant and brittle.
she left so much
on the table,
so much, so many words
unwritten
left behind.
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
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