How deafening the morning silence
punctuated by the clatter of make-up drawer,
drier blast and vigorous brushing of hair.
I bury my head in the radio
as far as it will go,
absorbing the stale scent on the pillow

of a sweaty, restless sleep;
recall my dreams and nightmares,
clinging to a nether world
somewhere between the dark comfort of night
and the bright glaring brutality of the day,
wanting it all to just go away.