Poems

Charlotte O’Neill: Glass wall

glass wall   the glass between you and the wind is interminable   it is the thick bullet-proof glass. in case somebody were to try and shoot a mid-level professional in an open room.   the glass seems a gate that you once opened   air you once breathed   before you found yourself here. suddenly gasping. wondering where the time went   how it could have given you the slip so readily   how you did not even question it as it closed the door   how you smiled and said fine, fine, it is my lot. I must,…

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