The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - 311 E. 18th
311 E. 18th
by
Heather Prudence Davis
I feel crazy
Quit my job
Rent due 1 week.
Bills due
NO MONEY.
Just wanna get high
And hibernate in my room
My crazy striped room
With my castle puzzle.
70 degrees.
4 days I shut myself in this room
Cringing at the sounds of all
my neighbors enjoying their lives.
Laughing
Shouting
Running Around.
YET HERE I SIT
Watching old movies
Working a castle puzzle
Smoking
And avoiding phone calls.
I tell people I'm depressed
Naturally, they don't wanna
hear it.
It makes people uncomfortable.
I swear
I don't even wanna do anything
Except die.
I can't even cry.
1 of my names is prudence.