this stress of the moment
that has no apparent end in sight.
She wants to hear good news,
to be assured that everything
will be all right, even if it's just
Bob Marley on the radio.
She wants a modicum of hope,
to get a case of the giggles,
win a prize in a contest she forgot
about months ago. She wants to find
the pen she's lost, as if that would
improve the quality of her life
(it would). She needs to be held,
touched kindly at the very least,
kissed by someone who knows
how. She feels like crying but can't,
wants to go to sleep but mustn't.
Duty calls and so she puts
her shoes on, grabs her keys.
Duty keeps her on speed
dial, these days. "Don't worry
'bout a thing" sounds easy
enough, but she isn't always
successful.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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