"Owned"

I dreamt last night that a crazy fascist
stole and crashed my car.
My alarm clock robbed me of sleep.
My sister had swiped the last of the coffee
by the time I got
downstairs.
She drank without regret.
I went to school, where my professors tried
to take away my opinions.
Then to work, where my boss,
hour by hour, day by day,
smuggles away my years.

I am Laura.
I am eighteen.
My life is not my own.