Thursday, February 27, 2014

"Mornings" by Kerry A. Vill


Time to wake up
Get out the door
My eyes are angry slits on my face
Above my mouth, tight as a prune
Jaw muscles bunching
Teeth grinding
Shoulders somewhere near my ears
Rigid muscles down my back
Take a deep breathe
Breathe in peace
Breathe out release
This too shall pass
Clear your face
Turn around
Have a good rest of the day
You’re late, hurry
The door slams
Pull away
Crank up the music
Loud so the car shakes
Give me a beat
Breathe, breathe
Let the tension melt away
Dissolve into music notes
No more white knuckles on the steering wheel
Shake it out
Three hours after waking
Late to work


by Kerry A. Vill aka 2/26/14