Mute

Want to talk

No shushing
No oppressing
No gagging

Nothing to say

Morning Routine

An alarm silently rings out.

I boot up
And rise from bed.

I think I’ll
Treat myself
This evening

Fizzles and bubbles
Sugary and spicy-sweet
Lip-smack refreshing

I’ve seen
the world end
a few times

The golden-firm crust
Sweet-tangy marinara
Thick, stringy-hot cheese

A scratch on the nose
A hand through my hair
A wiggle of the toes
I squirm in my chair

Emergency exits
are entrances, too

“The Child’s Death is a Tragedy.”
“Our Thoughts and Prayers go out to the Family.”
“If only Events such as These could be Prevented!”

A Box of
Mingling
White and Black
Cupcakes.