A visitor wears down the lock – a poem by Coleman Bomar

A visitor wears down the lock

Not quite free
Not quite fresh
This body
Not quite empty
The house where I live
And the windows
Windows tightening
And the door
Locked but rattling
Rattling until broke
Open and
Then
Then
Out you go

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Coleman Bomar is a writer  who currently resides in Middle Tennessee. His works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in Drunk Monkeys, Plum Tree Tavern,  Nine Muses Review, Showbear Family Circus Liberal Arts Magazine, Prometheus Dreaming, SOFTBLOW, Eunoia Review, Beyond Words, Bewildering Stories, Isacoustic, Nine Muses Poetry and many more.

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Sarah

poet, tutor, runner, cat lady

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