“Sweet gift of an extra hour” 

–Plath, October 4, 1956

hours of the clock

tick-tock, tickety-tock

solitude of the heart

babum, babum, bummity-bum

bodies lined up, eyes closed

waiting for the call

going somewhere that isn’t home

chuggin, chuggin, chooooo!

what-to-do, what-to-do

chuggin, chuggin, choo choo…

i think she’ll make it after all.

Poetry death