The Tower, Her Insistence When I was stepping inside the skeleton spineof the Eiffel Tower, I was avoiding touchingthe sturdy metal railings, avoiding inhalingthe musk of the man ahead of me, avoidinglooking down as my thrumming legs liftedme closer to the sky. I felt in a cage. Completely embraced bya structure that could never know… Continue reading Poem 173 – The Tower, Her Insistence