Don't Live Here Anymore
Stranded
insidethis body
a waterlogged whale
In a marsh of molting mucus
waist deep in the muck
fire quarantined in the belly
Why do you not see me?
I stand in front of you
I cry to you!
vaporizing air is the reply
through bricks of life
so thick
I only hear my words
echo back
swirl in slime
HEAR ME
I scream 
I can not dance
I can not sing
words echo back
can not, can not, can not
can not, can not
a speck on a granite rock
confetti from forgotten parade
a shiver in a blizzard
I wait no longer
to be the spark in an eye
or vamp of a fantasy
I bide my time
not to cause a stir
in the cosmic atmosphere
I walk with Job
in forlorn hope
soon, will be my time to die.
Laurel Lindberg, July 27, 1998