09-20-2016, 10:13 AM
This poem flows absolutely perfectly and beautifully, using somewhat idiosyncratic grammar to tell a specific yet universal story of a woman realising how far she's come, and shocked by the life that is now hers. The narrative voice is sharp and solid; we can hear a real human being in it. At first the poem looks a bit squat and dense, with its long lines and lack of more than one verse, but I wouldn't for the world suggest any edits, because I'd be terrified that any tinkering would destroy or at least hinder that crystal flow. Thank you for the read. - Jack xxx
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe

