INSOMNIA

 

Wafting through my window

Is the aroma of bread baking

At 4 a.m. across the street.

I inhale greedily

A smile forming on my lips

As I savor the familiar scent.

 

In another bout of insomnia

I turn the TV on and

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane is on.

Bette Davis and Joan Crawford

It doesn’t get better than that

Nemeses in real life.

 

I take out my notebook

And look at the poem I started

A month ago:

 

They kiss

On the platform

As the train pulls in

 

And think, this sucks.

What happens after?

Stupid writer’s block.

 

I put coffee on (I may as well).

I remember that kiss

It was the first of many good-byes.

Forget about it.

Nothing but schmaltz can ensue

So I abandon it. Again.

 

It’s 6 a.m., I put on a pair of shorts

And go across the street for

Some fresh croissants.

 

Reviews

[m.s.early]

Narrative in presentation with explicit insight into the narrator's heart and consciousness.

[Matthew BS]

I like this a lot. Its narrative and slice of life like but still atmospheric too!