Head to Bed
By Alexandria Drouin
I don’t work
All my friends are gone
I won’t let these be my tapping shoes
I lay my clothes flat on the line
This isn’t where I was born
I listen to the owl’s hoot
The trees dressings have fallen ill
I call out for my “kiss and tell”
But the neighbors know no Isabelle
He drinks the waters I pass around the table
Eats what I cook
He’s especially playful
I shave one side of my head
So that the road feels even
Slap out the one, two, threes
And tell him that I’m leavin
“I’m leavin’, I’m leavin’, I’m leavin’
The taste of mascara burns
If only I had known;
The beds of my fingernails were roasted
To the bone
