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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