Locked In

i pick at my nails.
i stare down at my hands.
i’d ask, but i can’t.
i’m crashing,
like waves made of plastic.
a traffic collision.
i wish something would happen.
sit down and i’ll listen.
there’s nothing but static.
it’s not that i miss him.
i’d take off this mask;
i’ve no other plans.
i think someone is passing.
i’d look up, but i can’t.
i pick at my nails.
i stare down at my hands.