The Uninvited

This poem is full of judgment.
It saw what I was wearing.

This poem knows I was drunk.
It wonders if I deserved it.

This poem has chased me for decades,
chest heaving,
wanting to ask
                             why
I didn’t shut the window.

blowing curtain

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38 thoughts on “The Uninvited

  1. I loved this so much that I read it three times today already. The weight of such memory! The device of “this poem” knows, says, judges. Wow. Brilliant, Karen. Intense.

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