O The joy of renting.
An archeology of a mattress;
misted with oxytocin, friction
and unchosen brocade.
Conventicle of duets;
half-truth humbucker couples,
coil-tapped, spoon-freed.
Spotted signs of headboard
stresses, head dressed smears
and playful struggles.
Let him drag
your apartment around
the block by his hopes. Huggin’ up the big
monkey lass.
Did they grasp reality through broken spring tests?
First order, linear guesses.
On to a cherished family pied-à-terre
and a whip-smart,
Smart whip, made for four?
Perhaps I’ll buy a new bed.
Lucy A. Evans Poetry 
Wow! This is great writing – a mix of reality with perfect figurative language. The form offers a true visual of the fallout of divorce. Brilliant!!
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That is really very kind of you to say. Thank you x
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You are most welcome!
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