Whenever

Like standing at

a train station with

a broken screen, at

midnight, with no sign

of the next car coming, I

anxiously wait.

For a smoke

signal, or a smoke

screen, or for

anything.

I am desperate 

for your notice. For

a pink slip, or

an eviction. Or

an invitation.

A warning,

a hint,

an omen.

Anxious, I

wait.


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