- Kayla Andrews
Saturday Mornings
You turn me on
only when it’s convenient
for you.
Desperately dashing against the clock to ensure you are always amused
and exhilarated
by me.
so that maybe you’ll stay,
maybe you’ll care,
maybe you’ll come back.
Nothing seems to be working and I am now
abruptly left in the dark, cartooned, trapped,
until the next time you feel spiritless and
want to see the cat chasing the mouse.