Breakfast

written by Jeff Brandt;

a poem from his book Through Blinds

Hunched over the kitchen counter in my morning lassitude.

My bagel pops from the toaster echoing louder.

Tiptoeing around trying not to be rude.

I turned on the T.V. as it cast the news across the wall.

Begging to myself please no politics or derision yet again what else is there after all.

I sat in the recliner attempting my usual feat.

Trying to stay awake despite being below my usual beat.

A game of compromise give or take.

All I wanted to do was stay. While I straightened my eye glasses. Then left for the day.