Fever under Radio

[Tamara]

Hopefully, some of you folks remember this one. 


Fever under Radio – 5th Draft

She lies on the floor (the first strophe is visual, it pulled me right in there)
listening to The Kinks
sing You Really Got Me,
cat curled besides her.

She lingers, shivering,
until the stars
come out to dance.

This whole town
might burn down tonight
as she dreams of nothing,
clutching the pillow.

Maybe she’ll walk into the river,
pockets filled with stones,
or grow overnight to an old woman
before a single TV dinner. (i didn't get this line)

A ghost.  (I would use these two for the title and close it off with the previous strophe, these two lines make the ending weak)
Maybe she is one already.

That said, I enjoyed the poem. The writing is neat and elegant.