Maureen Kingston

Good Morning, Mrs. K

I wake up to my husband lightly stroking my forehead. “The shoelace one?” he asks, and I shake my head no. Not the dream where I’m forced to watch How to Make Bunny Ears for hours on end. Not the cereal one either, where invisible hands pour Fruit Loops and milk over my head. “The tea one,” I croak, sitting up. Where I squeeze Gorilla glue into my cup instead of honey.

summer's end
the stressed sedum turns
eraser-pink

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About the Author

Maureen Kingston’s poems and prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, Gone Lawn, Gyroscope Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Maudlin House, Modern Poetry Quarterly Review, Sledgehammer Lit, Unbroken Journal, and Whiskey Island. A few of her poems and prose pieces have also been nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart awards.