Eyes pop open
digital pixels yell 5:30 at my eyeballs!
Hubby snores raggedly
on the downside
of the mattress mountain.
Bee-line to the throne then into the glass-enclosed shower,
relish the water’s warmth as it pellets against my bod.
Slip into panties
snap the sisters in place,
zip inside the jumpsuit.
Panera Card
Solara keys back out top down African locks
blowing in the wind Bob Dylan’s voice moans.
Exit our gated community for a cup-of-morning Joe.
Turn right onto
Edgebrook Road
no road humps rubber meets road,
hands on the wheel music in my ears.
Right turn into Hamilton Marketplace Mall.
I see him.
Walking against traffic
encased in his humongous
brown bear onesie,
pushing a Shop-Rite cart
stuffed with his belongings:
balloon-bloated bags.
Snatch up my Leica.
Snap the lens. He turns.
We look eye-to-eye.
Telepathically
Tell somebody I’m here.
Mitchell is retired from the West Windsor-Plainsboro schools. She now lives in Hamilton and recently received an MFA from Drew.
