Ode to Rough Mornings

Rough morning

I do not have to be happy.

I do not have to skip on tippy toes
for all eight blocks to the subway, whistling.

I only have to get from point A to point B
with eyes pried open

feeling cracked cement rise up to meet my boot

keeping vigilant

for random signs of life.

Preferably mine.

About Smallpeace

Michele Karas is a poet, essayist, and longstanding professional copywriter, who currently works for a top-five US book publisher. Her poems and prose have appeared in literary journals, including Tinderbox, THRUSH, Alaska Quarterly Review, and Narrative magazine, among others. Michele holds a BA in Journalism from San Diego State University and an MFA in Creative Writing from CUNY, The City College of New York. Find her on Twitter @small_peace.
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4 Responses to Ode to Rough Mornings

  1. Hadiza Dockeray says:

    Bless you, Michele. Love how you’ve expressed this!

  2. Touch2Touch says:

    No, you absolutely do not have to do all or any of the happy stuff.
    Enough is enough.
    But I do cherish the image of you skipping on your tippy toes, whistling — all eight blocks to the subway!
    A wonderful poem.

  3. Smallpeace says:

    Feeling cheerier today, T2T. See how quickly things change?

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