Somehow I get into my room,
I lie on the bed for hours after school
my pulse beat is so slow I think I’m dead.
I have nothing to say, nothing to do for the moment.
I keep my eyes shut.
Feeling myself recharged, I slowly open my eyes.
I wander around the house, impatient
with everything, tired
of the daily cycle.
I remember riding somewhere in a fast car.
I was delighted by the funky music turned on.
I remembered how it felt to go that fast.
I am upset by the fact that that night is so absolutely gone
but that night is so obscure—and this obscurity troubles me.
I want to go back to that night
enjoying the freedom,
ignoring the boring daily cycle
I must go through everday.
- The Cord – Leanne O’ Sullivan
- The Bat – Theodore Roethke
- Break- Dorianne Laux
- Key to the Highway – Mark Halliday