Stage Four

Alyssa Trivett

Stage four.
The phrase locked
in my daily crossword puzzle,
like a quarter glued to a bench;
only it isn´t in my system.
I asked how you were feeling,
you always replied, "About the same."
I cannot scream. Instead,
I hourglass pour out words
onto a clear-glass counter-top surface,
to rid my head of the chaos,
my daily habit.
Although you died,
I have your words,
pinstriped to my neurons.
Creating new lines.