Marker

You look so different today.

Like you lost some weight? Like something happened outside that made you clearer? Like you wanted to tell me something. Please tell me. I saw nothing but these walls today and nothing but the light of my computer and the blinking lights of boredom. Give me some of that extra. Fill me in what the marker you found on the boardwalk.

Picture me different.

Home

I spend hours yawning in front of this window. Years and seasons went by and nothing seemed to change.
I pressed my knees against the heater under the window when I was recording my tapes.
I rested my head on my hand when I was writing out lyrics that I did not understand.
I studied and I failed. I toasted and I stared.
I waited for another scenery to pop up in front of my eyes.
I waited for another life to present itself to me.
I waved at my boyfriend who arrived on his scooter.
I ran on my socks to get the mail. It was usually just the paper.
I watched the dog eating a rat that she catched in the water.
I laughed at my brother catching fish bare naked.
Then it was boredom. Now it is the heart of me.