“WASH RINSE REPEAT”

Some mornings,
I don't know about you,
but I need a reminder
that I'm young; that I'm
closer to a beginning
than I am
to my end.
Some mornings,
I feel at the
end; sliding
and slipping;
slipping and
sliding. Some mornings,
I don't know about you,
but I need a reminder
that despite everything,
I can get back up again.

I need that little trot
of luck.
I need my coffee cup
filled to the infinite
glug.
I need the ass
of my waitress
never to stop
turning in click-clack
heels
over chequerboard tile.

Some mornings,
I don't know about you,
but I need
the poem to write itself
just
so I can stand
a little longer
in a hot shower,
feeling
the burn on my back
and the early morning
breeze on my balls.

Some mornings,
I don't know about you,
but I need what I need
and that is all that I
know.

narrative poem written on 03-11-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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