Monday Morning Blues

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I pull myself out of bed as gently

as I can manage: trying to conquer

the lion clawing through my

stomach

as another week commences.

While washing off the black lipstick

and dark eye makeup of last night’s

concert, I lament endlessly.

While I wouldn’t change the

fellow players in my world, I would

free myself of the endless jungle

of the call center.

I would gun the engine and not look back.