Two in One

I'm hiding
under the white
under the comforter
from the world
& the rain
from the constant
Christmas songs
the 11 year old
learns
on the ivory keys
My stomach calls
for lunch
but my legs
won't turn
Pink polish flakes
& begs
to be peeled
off my broken
fingernails
Small wrinkles are 
in the center
above my nose
and the tension
the constant tension
fills up my 
entire
body

The waiting game
gets old
Awaiting the job
or the phone call
for the gas
to run out
or the song
to change
Always waiting
for the sun to come
or for the moon
to fall asleep