All Comments on 'Whore'

"She was a milliner

with birdlike bones/

who swept my mats

religiously. Her boys were rough,/

but they were boys, and grew into

young men who mated early,"

Before and after didn't sit as well. But I'm a noisome epigrammatical poet anyway.

I love, love, LOVE this! A lovely poem and a perfect foil for that trigger, I've agonized over it for weeks. Colour me green with envy at your talent.

Tess