Today

Time for the CHIME
Hop out of bed
Feeling PRIMO
Ready to PRIMP
Ready to roll
But like the song says
“I know I’m fakin’ it
I’m not really makin’ it”

Georg’ann

Tonight my PULSE stays steady
a function of PAINT and poetry.
For a brief spell, I forget the PRICK
that popped the collective bubble.
Listen to the rain fall, along with
PRIOR stories being retold, ears
PRIVY to murmurs of mistrust.
Each morning still making time
to PRIMP. Rituals of preparation.
Something comforting about
about the brush, the lipstick.
Still me, as I’ve always been. Ready.

Heather