she couldn’t hear me over the
slamming of my hands against
the cardboard fort I made or
the song I overplayed

what’s this?
you’re late.
you should’ve arrived long ago
when we needed you, but no.
you’re late.
you should’ve been here ages ago,
but now,
our wages are low and the going’s slow
so grab your coat, it’s time to go

she couldn’t hear me over the
slamming of the phone
I want to go home
a week has passed and I’m bored
of kicking stones alone