13. A quiet sets in

A quiet sets in
paper-weights my chest
I am light as a suggestion
lonesome as an hour after close
in this sports bar that doesn't know
how to treat my kind of thirst
Escape is not what I'm lusting;
I think I'm hoping for home, so
as the beery crowd sounds rise, swell
the voices in me bite down, taste blood
and finally, I open to a blank page
click my pen
write
until the words take a shape that I recognize