Postcard verso:
for E.
I listen
from behind the door
a shadow in the hall
My head
hangs towards the floor
covered in a shawl
No one
sees me any more
can’t see the looks and stares
My heart
chambers one through four
struggle in their snares
From here
in my cloistered keep
I write a poem a day
But words
with the pains they reap
don’t keep the world away.
<3 Ali