"Bubbling up in our own good time-- online."
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Volume 3 Issue 1
Page 20
Page 20
I’m awakened by the cat’s
Pumice tongue
Cleaning my near raw skin
At 4 am, nibbling on my earrings, and
Once-it-starts-never-stops
Mama’s boy cry.
The other two
Lay silently staring,
Waiting to catch my Popeye imitation
(the peek out of one eye trick)
And consider it, breakfast time.
I gently dissolve under my sheets
For an extra hour of sleep
While they all lay upon me
Like bumps in the road.
Pumice tongue
Cleaning my near raw skin
At 4 am, nibbling on my earrings, and
Once-it-starts-never-stops
Mama’s boy cry.
The other two
Lay silently staring,
Waiting to catch my Popeye imitation
(the peek out of one eye trick)
And consider it, breakfast time.
I gently dissolve under my sheets
For an extra hour of sleep
While they all lay upon me
Like bumps in the road.
| Most Mornings By Janine Margiotta |
