notifications
Alarms signal the start of the day.
In my drowsy state
I miss the steam
and jump into a shower
far too hot.
News anchors feed fear
ad nauseum,
hurricanesearthquakeshurricanesislandsterrorthreatsnuclearbombsethicshurricanesconspiracies
I can’t tell where the stories begin and end.
Notifications vibrate my phone
as I plan
breakfastlunchdinnerworkmeetingslaundrypicturedaywhattowear.
I almost miss his still small voice
echoing my own.
“Let’s stay home and play.”
your turn…
how are you feeling? this was for an information poem prompt.
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