Awake?

Inside, something shouts
Awake!  
You rise,

run to the bathroom
without stepping on the cat.
Then, feed the cat.  Then back to bed.

Good job brain and all
associated organs!  But let’s be
honest:  how lovely

was that sudden moment of first waking
where you didn’t know your own name
or recall your own limits?  Where

instead of peeing and serving
you might have flown, or vanished —
but then you knew who you were

and what was expected of you
and you did just fine.  You got
shit done.  Good job, brain.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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