Loop


All alone, black phone,
with your curly cord—

How can you
be
following me

In my class,
teacher unkind—
metal shrilling
killing my mind.

At the playground,
kids being cool—
sky and earth
bend,
twist
into ghouls.

Playing with sisters
in the pool—
rushed
touches
make us feel old.

Dinner time
at six o'clock—
drink
eat
ill
doesn't stop.

3 a.m.
here again—
throat
choke
woke—

when you're still
at home?