1.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
Buses pass, hissing like flat tires over cobblestones.
Eyes stitched tight, open mouths speechless, ears plugged shut.
A rusty and peeling gate, tiny hands collect crimson specs.
Meowing alley cat rubs her leg, socks slip.
She walks in front of herself like a stranger.

2.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
Fading chalk lines disappear in the rain, step on the crack, break her mother’s back.
What she does is what she thinks she means, but she doesn’t mean what she does.
Chisel away, widen the crack, ignore sharp edges, jagged rocks, careful of broken glass, blood will spill.
Scraped knees burn, barely a breath, an occasional heartbeat.
Perhaps, possibly, perchance conceivably, she doesn’t know, for all one knows,
it could be that, there is a chance, God willing, weather permitting.
Night descends.
She puts her hands up against the sky to push the darkness back.

3.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
A gaping hole in the zoo’s chain linked fence fits a small child.
It’s not easy to substitute one life for another. There are consequences.
The ground shudders as elephants pound the earth, crying in the night.
She is told she wants too much. What’s too much?
Shadows hover.
Wanting and doing are two separate things. She can want all she wants, but that doesn’t mean she’s doing.
When shall she know? The next time? How many next times will there be?

4.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
Empty streets – cold chill – vacant stoops
The bloodied cat prowls the garbage.
Tears pour unceasingly.
When she awakes, she doesn’t remember who she is.
If she is, she is lightly.

5.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
A silver bike without a pedal leans against the pole.
Her voice is drowned out.
Branches cast shadows on the cracked sidewalk.
What she saw and did not see does not matter.
Grocery lights dim across the street.
She has changed but people around her don’t see that.

6.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
In the dark, she doesn’t know.
A ruddy skinned man shuffles before her, his fly open.
She understands less and less.
Starless night, moonless sky.

Twinkle twinkle little star
I wonder where you are

7.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
Streelights cast shadows on a dreary boulevard,
red and green lights flash on wet pavement.
She couldn’t stand the thought of another “have to.”
Rain comes down in torrents, pounding the pavement like gunfire.
Puddles are everywhere.

8.

She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants
A woman collects mail inside the building
A long corridor leads to a stairway
which leads to a fourth floor apartment.
She knocks, rings the bell, no one answers.
She sits, she watches, she waits, she wants.