|Ophelia by Odilion Redon|
Hanging on a thin cusp of exhaustion
I stand in the middle of Epcot
waiting for the show’s next act-
my skin baking in the summer sun,
lips drier than a shriveled grape.
I dare not move or else I’ll touch
the other sweaty bodies surrounding me
crammed in tighter than college students
on a wild Spring Break beach.
And suddenly I’m sitting on a sandy towel
waiting for another beer I sent that jerk to find,
the bass beats blaring BA-Bum, BA-Bum
so loud I feel them in my heart-
snapshots of utter chaos I’d rather not relive,
the hopeless years wasted searching for myself
in a frothy mug of oblivion, self-centered fear.
I turn my head to Mickey Mouse and smile-
the crowd and heat a sober treat.
The Sunday Whirl, wordle 63- skin, lips, thin, snapshots, touch, other, act, hanging, gesture, stand, sent, utter