Mary Vogt
Grip the door handle, opening with reluctance Entering foreign territory to the mind Walk to the booth, shaken to the core From the cold and sudden fear Family reads the specials for today Chowder, cheese, chocolate ganache Trembling with each word that graces my ears Time for the great escape Lavatory, my sanctuary Nauseating emaciation Bile burning deep inside No room to breathe Return to my place Still