Wrote This Last Night...

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In reference to 2 Tuesdays ago....

Tragic Girl

Tragic Girl stands outside the Turkey Hill
Shivering under the warm sun
In the cold wind
(Should have took a jacket to work last night)
And makes a phone call.
Phone call gets her nowhere.

Tragic Girl stops to think but
Starts to cry
Doesn't know what to do
Wants to go home but can't
Think how to get there
Even though she could walk the distance
It's not even two miles
Seems like two years
The bus seems just as far
But it's not.

Tragic Girl thinks she's going to be sick
But she isn't.
Starts to walk across the parking lot,
Decides to catch the bus after all.
Doesn't want to stand in front of Turkey Hill all day.

Tragic Girl walking
Down New Holland Ave
Crying her eyes all out al the way
To Duke Street
Must be a sight.

Tragic Girl stops in the coffee shop
Hasn't eaten in 11 hours
Has some time before the bus goes by.
She's hungry.

Tragic Girl has a sandwich.
Chicken salad.
Barely tastes it.
Her eyes are burning like they've been
Hit with Acid

Tragic girl Catches The Bus
But doesn't go home
Goes to the library up
The road instead.
Hides out for a few hours
Then walks the rest of the
Way home-
The long way.

Tragic Girl goes to sleep,
Deep but restless sleep.

Tragic Girl feels like
She's never slept an hour in her life.

Tragic Girl muddles on.



And this one...


in the dark kitchen
dishwasher humming,
ceiling fan on high...
only the faint glow of
the computer monitor
lights the blackness
crossword puzzle book and
coffee with not enough milk
and too much sugar that I
dumped in by accident
disturbing growl of the coffee pot
snaps me out of my little nightmare world
just spent almost two hours on
the phone with a friend but
I'm right back where
I started and just a few
minutes ago, wasn't I
screaming in my sleep?