of my needle. Cream forms in my
coffee. A siren screams for attention
outside my window. Ruins I see.
People's faces clench with pain.
Lights skimmed in the alleyway.
Improbable that they will come in
time. I smudged the glass with my
face pressed. People yelling for help
intending that they will be heard.
Humming fills my ears so loud I
can't breath. But my eyes are fused
to the outside. Absurd jester I make
by just sitting here? My eyes fill with
salty water. They sting their cuts. Sorry.
Deidre Grotbo
