Who Cares? [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Who Cares? [rev.]



From bad to worse - I've now draped my work
station with scarves; given any three I cannot
help myself! Documents covered tidily, piled
boxes blocking slanted sunlight draped neat
in pristine white, June declares it looks like
a bridal shower, as such the new pink scarf

Looks great, the purple's spiritual aura still
out of sorts seeking the right place to display
while I suffer post-holiday blues - yawning -
eating chocolates, drinking black coffee and
growing in confusion, feelings of sleepiness
increasing, still more black coffee until

Heartburn ends the process, tried to suppress
terrible yawns which irritate my long-suffering
colleagues; masked as a look-alike handyman
in blue T-shirt & jeans, seeking relief in magic
whole-wheat rusks, thinking of fixing my hair
before leaving - tho' fatigue says:

Who cares?

[2 June 2014]

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