Twenty-Seventh Floor

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.

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2 comments

  1. a great urbanal

  2. Really great; like this very much

    … reminiscent of “The Woman Hanging from the Thirteenth Floor Window” by Joy Harjo ….

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