Start of Solo
I couldn't leave home
where I was unhappy.
I always wanted
to be near someone
indifferent to me.
But especially alone
in my own room hearing
the Boston Symphony
on Friday afternoon
and my mother's voice shouting.
"Oh shut up!"
I will cry for her comfort
on my final bed.
It shames me to know this.
To have chosen that room
instead of the attic one.