Alisdale Drive

-Alisdale Drive-

The wind whistles
a quasi-oriental lullaby
through the rusty steel-framed window
of my apartment and
I realize this is the first time
I’ve lived alone in this city.

I didn’t want a roommate.
I thought I’d get more studying done that way,
but this catharsis frightens me.
I can’t forget the feel of his hands
over my mouth
or his knees digging into my arms.

Plastic on the windows will keep out the draft.

By Amy Kalvig