hello …
i’m sorry —
i guess i’ll have to speak
to you from this side
of the locking doors.
there are no lighted windows
26 miles from chicago.
just a brick window
behind which i’m hiding.
happy new year.
today is january second.
if i get through the spring,
summer’s coming.
maybe in pastures new
grow roses never red.
creeping beauty now on ice.
i guess i’ll add this to my pile
of letters never sent.
the sound of my crush
is no longer appealing
because i’m thinking of
somebody more like you.
i feel like i’m playing
chutes & ladders
with blinders on.
it’s not that bad, i guess.
i say nothing
as i drink coffee on the carousel.
they come to take it away —
i’m a run away girl.
it’s not as though i want
to starve them to death.
i feel nostaligc today.
let it fall.
… goodbye
