Wke Up CallA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWake Up Call
Arguing over Plum or Black Cherry, Midnight Black, Blackish Black, or Black Black, Petal, Flirty, or Metallic mist; it must be morning again.
Hot coffee in an Oakland Raiders mug, sweet, but still bitter.
Wake up! Wake up!
Breakfast has to be on the table in thirty minutes or less, clothes in the dryer the dishwasher emptied.
Rush! Rush!
And it’s almost time for “Live, with Regis and Kelly!” They may call today!
Then again, they may not.
Fuzzy slippers create waves of static shock, dragging along the circa 1976 lime green shag carpet.
And the cat jumps from the jolt of a passing, charged figure; her box in need of cleaning.
Things need to get done, even when living alone; still. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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