untitled
in a lawn chair,
solitary in the concrete
parking lot
and I'm blank.
knowing there is more
than these walls
and huddling in a
triangle of sunlight
but not sure how to move.
past the light are shadows.
the tired is heavy;
it knots up in my hands
and I wonder, what to
make of this red rope
tight around my neck?
Scratchy under my feet,
I'm balancing on
dirty tip-toe
til the lawn chair
clatters to the floor.
and all I am is,
empty?
and all there is
is closure.