Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a high school history book; how whole lives get knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern...
Take a broken bottle. Take a rafter beam. Take a needle and a tarnished spoon. Or just words to kill off one more unheard statement of another dying afternoon. She says she's leaving soon. So so long to ten hour shifts
and faking sympathies.
Farewell to piles of bills, unpayed utilities. All rolled
up and unfurled like a flag.
Wake up and pack your bag. To whom it may concern...There's
a bus that's leaving half an
hour from now. It won't take her where she really wants to
go. So she sits there with her luggage at her side. leaving empty stations, leaving empty lives.
