I’m no poet, as I’ve said before, but here’s someone who is.
Sometimes, when I go back and read a poem, I’m not sure how I feel about it. This poem is one of those. I don’t dislike it, but there’s something about it that makes me uneasy. I was going to post it a few weeks ago, and made it public before I was ready to do so. Several people commented before I had a chance to take it down, which was more of a response than I had anticipated, and so it has returned, this time with intention of staying.