a double abecedarian
A
blank drab
claustrophobic
day. The kid
emits moans grunts an occasional whine
flails on the bed then falls off
grounded feeling
holed up with-
in this ennui.
Jailed in striped PJs
knee deep stuck
longing lacking all
meaning sucked from the room
nothing-to-do-ness raining down like a monsoon.
Oh cruel world! Too
pointless to want for more seconds pile up
quietly in a queue
restlessness grows by the hour
spreads settles
travels tight
up the walls like kudzu
vining. Hovers above like geese in a V
waiting wanting to break free. Meanwhile in the corner the not so new
x-box
yawns sputters chokes on its own dust imploring the kid to play something anything. Play
Zombie Apocalypse. Play Zombie Pinball. Play Zombie Death Drive. A plea: Play any game starting with Z.