She Wrote Herself into an Open Book
by Sue Ann Connaughton
Laid-open, she is
unfurled
like an adolescent’s
diary
Woeful secrets
scoldworthy analyses
ripened to
decomposure
never again
can she circulate
among the alooferati
hush-hush observers
of
life as amusing
commentary
She has interviewed
the rabble
and documented their
wounds.
Sue Ann Connaughton writes from an eerie old house in
Salem, Massachusetts. Her poetry has appeared in
Counterexample Poetics;
Barnwood Poetry Magazine; The Journal of Compressed
Creative Arts; The Meadowland Review;
American Tanka; Modern
English Tanka; Bete
Noire; Every Day Poets;
and South Boston Literary Gazette.
She blogs, at irregular intervals, at The Truant Librarian:
http://truantlibrarian.blogspot.com.