Aubade by Idra Novey

Enjoyed the first four lines and then, er, no idea whatsoever.

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Wrapped in Dust Mites by James Grinwis

My read early this morning disappointed me. But since Blogger wouldn’t let me post, I didn’t bother writing a review. My reread a while ago pleased me strangely. There are a lot of things going on in this poem, lots of disjointed images that I pretty much liked without reservation. So, this morning boo. This evening yay. You be the judge.