Designated Doodler

Tomorrow is Wednesday It's the day I've been waiting for Maybe even praying for I check my email And check my phone And I hope you know That I'm still home Maybe I'll get an answer Or catch word I can't believe I still haven't heard Anticipation itches my ribs And weighs on my shoulders It claws and it digs and it sits in my stomach and smolders A fear of failure That is only rivaled by A fear of success It's mildly ridiculous I must confess So I sit and wait For the phone to ring I anticipate Absolutely nothing And absolutely everything.

I am a hoarder of seconds On the border of boredom Learning life's long lessons Or maybe just ignoring them The carpet is reminiscent of oatmeal The walls are a green, yellow, beige, In the distance keystrokes clack, As someone talks, sniffles, turns a page The TV on the wall is so loud I can't focus on this poem It goes on and on about diabetes, In a loop, like a drone. Take me home. Let's go home. In the air hangs a yawning despair, Not even it wants to be here. It would rather be out there Past the portrait windows In the open air The longer I wait, The more I sedate Until I'm a fixture of the room Like the composite desk in the corner, The green plastic-armed chairs, Or the fake pink flowers, forever abloom.