No Pen

Striking twilight

I sit in front

Of a bright screen

And write

Eyes watering

I cannot switch off

Like that time at the supermarket

After I left hospital

Constant chattering

In my head and my teeth

The cola was too cold

So I cry

There is no follow-up plan

In the aisles I mutter

I cannot switch off

Dawn and taxis arrive

I fold into the seat

And shriek

Shut up!