Station Waggin -

Hunched at the foot of her naked bed

With arms embracing the final suitcase

Erica wishes the room and the house with the yard

Would fold into her pocketbook

She’d punch them in the trunk of the station wagon

Complete with dog and debit card

Far away from home she will be

By the weekend’s end

Lost without her mental map

Or couch, or car, or friend

Erica

Moving out of home

And living on your own

Moving out of home

And living all alone

Erica

Eighteen now

And weakly armed with a high school diploma

Off to the quad all grass and brick and shady

Erica

Grown-up now

And purchasing clothes with her own goddamn money

Aren’t you big enough to be a lady

Plastic dresser packed with ragged

Socks and underwear

Bumps against the window as they

Speed to get to there

Erica

Moving out of home

And living on your own

Moving out of home

And living all alone