Numbers
by Maureen Ucles
Eighteen
more days
Eighteen
more weeks
Eighteen weeks
and two days
Or was it eighteen minutes?
Eighteen hours?
in a twenty-four hour day
Eighteen seconds?
Eighteen
Eighteen
the number
I contemplate
Might go irate
if I have to wait--
wait any longer
Eighteen minus two
Eighteen 'til were through
'til I am done
stick a fork in me
completely
Eighteen
Eighteen
Eighteen
Cannot
Will not
No way
No how
Stop me
from closing
this door
this window
this cell
pad lock
want to
block
any semblance
of you
not even
a hint
nor hue
will do
Enough said
We're
Through
Eighteen hours
days
months
years
decades
millenniums
eternity
done
Eighteen weeks
two days
'til
I run
skip
slip
into
oblivion
catatonic state
never to be
heard
seen
again
by
you
Eighteen
Eighteen
Just eighteen
sound the horn
pull the alarm
two if by night
one if by me
You ain't got
what it takes
you lost me
clear as day
in the night
at...
never had me
no completion
just an utter
act of deletion
done
Eighteen
Seventeen
Sixteen
Fourteen
and so on
can't wait
clear the way
no more hurt
no more tears
just blue skies
pristine
beaches
without you
and your
disfigured ways
grotesque character
breaking away
free
I am
one last word
gotta say
here it comes
Eighteen
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