Tonight's Poet Corner: Maybe It Is

Maybe It Is
by Belinda Roddie

anxiety attack over a typo
analyzing the tone of an email
until your eyes ache and your teeth
lose an inch due to all the grinding
you must be doing during the night
a crying spell over a letter of resignation
for a restaurant, not for your shtick,
not for your routine, not for your
vauldeville show with the piano noise
and the curtains drawn around your thighs
your placated audience subdued by wine
and laughing through their nine to fives
is something broken?
is something broken?
is something broken?