She dreams of suburbia
in her high-rise
with the low-lifes.
she wants to hear rain pounding on the roof
instead of the window
instead of the light-footed elephant
on the floor above.
she wants to wait for a mailman at the curb;
instead, she waits for a lift that won't get fixed.
hey, she dreams of suburbia.
a porch light on-
a sign that says
'if you lived here, you'd be home now.'
but she suffers in a small room,
struggling with her pillow in sweat-drenched sleep.
she dreams of suburbia.
through red-rimmed eyes, she can almost see the future
though it's too early
though it's too quiet.
she clenches her teeth
the alarm rings- - -
© (1998—Tulsa, OK)
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