I really like this poem. The concrete images that you’ve used are so evocative and and strong.

The piece flows very well and you’ve managed to say so much with very few words, and that is good writing.

I particularly like ‘ mice running out of clothes
we had outgrown
or ground down into silence’

and

itching into unknown pillows
with suspense or suspenders
because that’s what waiting feels like
or it feels like another can of beer

It strikes me as a very raw piece, ‘down to the knuckle’ very real.

I also like the ending, it finishes the poem very well, and brings it to a close.

I really enjoyed reading this.

Belinda