while picking the crumbs of sleep from her eyes
she fully awakens
slips on favorite dress
washes her face in cool cool water
she should be thanking
her lucky stars
but the sky is clear tonight
sitting at computer
she smells the hint of
cuban cigar
blowing in
from the hallway
page freezing up
she tries to refresh it
but it will not refresh
it will not ever refresh
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 