By Catherine Davis
taxi-cabs,
sidewalks,
sales people, questions.
no answers. wrong answers.
amnesia.
bathrooms… too long.
food… too late.
brain, no brain.
eight pm: not home.
shoulders heavy.
feet far.
apartment empty.
red light,
error message,
zeros.
nobody, nobody, nobody.
cold food, hot microwave.
shoes off. waistband off.
now book.
oh yeah.
til tomorrow.
quite eloquent
funny how with the absence of verbs, the subjects themselves kind of become verbs. your poem has a nice progression by the way…