Musk of men. She washes
her brassiere— and downs her coffee,
black lace cups
lift her into blaring morning and
she tames her teased hair.
Chipped linoleum— she sweeps.
Yellowing windows sift sunshine
onto cracked countertop,
giving boiled-egg-and-toast
breakfast a bit of glamour.
Is the loud light determined
still to embrace her with what
She refuses to want? She wants to
be whispered by her worse-for-wear.
Morgan Buckley is a junior studying creative writing and music composition. She loves singing with her band and enjoys writing poems, tweets, and songs.
