to him
like echoes my screams
bouncing back to me
in painted sound
that shook the ground
I stood standing
and touched down
as an airplane landing
in a storm of turbulence
skidding off the runway
of his indifference

I call out
over the wire
holding my breath
placing my head next to the cell
pulling my hair back
to hear the recording, I knew well
after the beep I weep
hummingbirds flittering
like meat in the stew, I sit in it
a simmering shrew

I call out
to an empty room
the walls have ears
but don't hear me
as silence looms like fog
filling a swamp
and like peat on the bog
I sink in the romp