The people you write about in your poetry always feel so real to me after I read it, like I want to know them or maybe I want to be them.

And Leonard Cohen is always a great form of inspiration. :)

"edith believes in strange summers and ugly sweaters and rich wars raged within your own ribs."

this is my favorite line in the whole piece, especially about the "rich wars raged within your own ribs". spectacular writing; i loved it.

k.X

I loved all the bits you stuck into this "tannic acid" and alphapet to find a rhyme" very unique!

"Edith, we are not." Oh wow. I don't know what it is about this line, but there's something deeply moving and profound about it--as if the words 'we are not' pertain to sorrow or death. I love this line. :)

"I can see you starting to whither." I like that the speaker compares Edith to a flower.

"Now you're rotting." Brilliant ending!

this is beautiful.
usually repetition bugs me but in this poem it only added to the out-coming effect.

nice job.

yours until the wind changes,
gg