tiny square bedroom,
women’s voices twitter
outside the closed door.
to the floor.
One arm hugs legs, the other caresses wall:
Stroke the little white nodes these hand can’t see;
Eyes adjust, I call myself crazy, pat wall softly;
Smack harder, the wall will be closer to nerves—
Numbness, only, tingles up my arm.
into pale sheets.
The pattering feet of happiness, I hear,
come down the hall. A feminine voice coos lightly through the door—
Are you there?
I don’t know anymore.