INDIFFERENCE

I lie awake in the dark,
listening to the silence
crushing my eardrums,
deafening me.

If I could blast him
with dynamite and make him talk,
I would. But he'd say
get a life, or you better
grow your butt up.

Cold and hungry,
I pull the blanket tight,
clutch my pillow to my face,
and try to remember quiet times.

Copyright © 1993 Ruth Gillis

Published in Thirteen Poetry Magazine October 1994

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