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:


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