Friday and Saturday Children


Writing in a cube


Whose walls are


I can make out movement

Maybe I make a noise

You can see enough

To know someone is in here


We’re claustrophobic, so

We can’t stay at this long

How about

We take down the walls

No one sees through, really

Works through, anyway


Maybe we could re-make them into floors

Or doors, the kind that come in

Halves so that there’s a shelf

To lean on

While we converse about

The new day


Invitations follow


C L Couch



Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay