july 12, 2010
“will she ever get home?”
sleeping, eating, killing, wondering,
he’s been waiting a day of forever,
the cat will be waiting at the door,
will welcome me.
the books and spoons and dead cockroaches.
aching because I know I’ll eventually get there.
facing the forty minute eternity.
just outside of work
here I am.
my pencils in the closet are sad.
my clothes are missing me,
my cat is hungry
that I’ll never see again.
red and waiting,
I think about my stoop,
I feel as though I won’t make it.
concrete to get through,
so many bends and straitens and so much
there are so many steps to take,
it seems an impossible feat,
when I’m standing outside