ANTE MERIDIAN
I didn’t have my coffee
I didn’t smoke my cigarette
I don’t face him – I am too bitchy –
so many words in the marriage
they come out like glazed ants
irrational “good morning”
I understand my womanhood
in an amazonian way
an I placate my own voice
in the exertion of waking up
he dances a kiss on my cheek
to peel off the numbness
and dulcifies the leap
from dream to reality
Categories:
dulcifies, marriage,
Form: Blank verse