Power Down

The garage is a concrete throat

and I’ve forgotten where I parked.

I reached for the light of the screen

just as it flickered and died.

Now there’s only the reflection

of a buzzing fluorescent tube

trapped in the black glass.

I’m walking down Level 3B

with my keys out like a weapon,

listening to the drip of a pipe

and the sound of my own shoes

bouncing

against the low, gray ceiling.