Jeanne’s Reviews > Poems > Status Update

The words feel too dry. I squirm in my seat to demands I sit longer. Wait. The promise her poems will collect water and deluge me with refreshment, eases me back into my seat. I can only spare one more day... then I disappear. Unless of course the poems console my restless spirit, whereby I shall stay a bit longer with the book. What am I missing? How far must I dig? Where is the poem to haunt me while I live?