Morning Journey by Madeline PestolesiAt 6am,
I rose.
The drunken, tired
Journey
To the
Refrigerator
Was difficult.
To say the least.
But alas,
I found myself,
Hand on handle.
A tug.
Yellow light spills across my legs.
I flinch from the light.
Like a vampire.
But I must follow through.
Grunting,
I push beer aside.
Groping,
I seize the potato salad.
Triumphant,
I use the serving spoon
To shovel
Potatoes.
Mayonaise.
Bacon.
And onions.
Into my gaping emptiness.
07/16/2003 Posted on 07/16/2003 Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
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