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.