Big Time Sally

Biding her time she pulls

at her hair

like a regular cell mate

itchy with cooties – having

too long in a 9 x 6 fit

light-bright staring in her eyes.

Remembers

the scratching and clawing

battleground in the bar

luckily

she didn’t lose an eye—

took two  cops to pry her loose.

Chews a nail -- lets one loose then

fiddles with her blouse.

Sure hot in here no wonder ants

are on the run. They’ve taken

over her castle anyhow – no sense 

sleeping only time to think

how to get out of this freaking place.