Spacing out in the fortress of solitude,
She stares blankly at her screen.
Thoughts of deco and mod flicker, but don't connect.
The digital chaperone on the phone that doesn't ring says,
"Blink. Blink. Blink. 2:42."
The weekend aroma piques her interest
And she sits up straight in her chair.
A healthy glow spites the 3 o'clock slump,
Suddenly she's two hours from life.
It's a good thing she's all alone
Spacing out in the fortress of solitude.
No one can hear she's elated to leave.
9 comments:
Love "weekend aroma piques her interest" and "Suddenly she's two hours from life."
How did the table reading go?
love this. you're so good.
ooh, so nice...I really love the line: "A healthy glow spites the 3 o'clock slump." It really forced the image into my head. The only word my mind wouldn't wrap around was "hear" in the last line. I kept reading it as "see." I don't know if that is because somehow it is easier to see someone's elation? I'm sure it works either way. (I miss poetry class, can you tell?)
I hear ya loud and clear on this one. More please.
We can physically see her, but because she is surrounded by glass walls, we can't hear her. Does that make sense?
Aaah, yep. I think I know what you mean.
On Friday, I considered how pathetic it is to take such great joy in locking up my file drawers. Like I might burst into song à la mode de Kermit the Frog and the bookkeeping rats in the Muppet Christmas Carol.
I have never seen gay rain.
It's purple.
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