the exit. Next week
she won’t come, next week
they’ll miss her. Well. Some will.
Some don’t –
outside the context of the room
she doesn’t know
who her friends are
and so searches aimlessly,
sometimes for years, until she forgets
what she was looking for. She would like to
return to the room to start over
but others just like it have sprung up.
She enters the idea of the room instead
where strangers fill the seats inside her head.
They must have expected something fresh
after the big build-up. How were they to know
she'd already come full circle,beginning again
at the point at which she’d been interrupted?