Awakenings

~ Stephen McGlennon

Each morning

I lumber downstairs to

Bathe

Hot water sprays

From the showerhead onto me.

Unawake head.

Soap

Slips through my hands onto

The wet floor

I pick it

Up from the floor then

I

Begin to clean

Last night’s nightmares from myself

Sluicing off the

Sweat

That built up in my sleep.

A new day.

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Published by Stephen McGlennon

Who knows where this will go, if anywhere at all. I'm still not sure to be honest. Now a 50 year old Gen-xer. The focus of this whatever it is will mainly be on poetry but I am very opinionated so I may well opine at you on occasion. You are not obliged to engage. :)

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