There isn't enough space in this city.

[Cousin Kil]

I'm (brand) new to PigPen and this is one of the first pieces I've read being on here
I was worried about running into poems that would disappoint in all essence, but this, pleasantly, is not such a poem
Frankly, I'm not sharp/sophisticated enough to figure out what it means on first read
But maybe that's good
Your poem slinks into the reader well, translating a kind of lust, yet a lovely feeling still
Additionally, I really enjoy how small the poem is
It doesn't try to tackle anything bigger than itself and it knows what it is
And this is what makes it lasting
Your poem lurks, and I like it
I think some lines being put to the grindstone would put it over the top, or at least up there
For instance, "practiced seizure" is a line that lasts because it has such cut to it
I'd love to see lines in the poem with similar strength
But again, don't try to shove square pegs into round holes

Thanks for sharing