The stories
of this building
rise.
Each floor –
a broken promise
to herself.
The neighborhood
she never left.
The better jobs
she never took.
The good man
she never found.
The children
she never had.
She’s hanging
from the fire escape
on the twenty-seventh floor –
and it’s rusting
at her fingertips.
Heather Minette 
a great urbanal
Really great; like this very much
… reminiscent of “The Woman Hanging from the Thirteenth Floor Window” by Joy Harjo ….