of these things, i wait
Where was I, where did I go?
Under docks toe-tracing sand,
waiting for the phone to stop caring.
I wait, and speak when asked.
and there are gaps when no questions come
so I shuffle around room to room.
My twenty-ninth Christmas came with no candles,
While strangers on checklists tear my paper
In yearly waltz of mandatory love.
At the place I have [...]