Poetry Circle

by Lise Day

In our poems
we share
ourselves
we rarely are personae
aware
we may gently suggest
a comma there
a change of word
a pause – dispassionate

At night
when fragments of my day
swirl in my mind
I worry
is she really going to
cut her buttermilk flesh
or walk into the sea?
I should have insisted
on a full stop

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