Linda Rosenkrans on the Other Side of the
The Night Shift
the waiting
that's what i hate most
on these
just another
colorless
tepid body
to comfort
my dead zone
nights
where is he?
what is he doing?
i'm beginning to tremble
my muscles
they won't stop
popping
buttered corn
and salt
it's three o'clock in the morning!
a score
the streets
they turn into
something different
at night
invisible to normal
brilliant to active
people
transforming into
red dragons
crawling around
on all fours
where is he?
begging
trading
offering
fire for
water
salt
for
substance
six o clock in the morning
still not here
never again
i take a sip of beer
unsubstantial relief
a knock at the door
i'm gunna beat his ass!
open the door
a smile
some white
some grain
some
dose
for my
equis
forget it
i'll beat his ass later
right now i love him
tomorrow
i'll hate
him
"hi baby, i've missed you all my life."
© Copyright Linda Rosenkrans 2006