"...and many more"
“...and many more”
At 10:32 on the morning
of his 46th birthday he woke up
after five hours and twelve minutes of unsatisfying slumber
to sprays of invasive sunlight
visiting him uninvited
through spindly blinds
derelict in their duty to keep him undisturbed.
Already his sinuses were celebrating with the non-returnable gift
of honking cold slimy mucus.
With a baritone groan,
he nudged his naked gym-neglected dad body
settled by a colony of wiry silver chest hairs and pubes
off the mattress where
he chain-munches cheese curls and sleeps solo.
After careening into the kitchen in a contact lens-less blur,
he extracted a can of diet cola
deserted by Sheila when
she'd given him the heave-ho back in August
from the top shelf of the mini-fridge
and tenderly attended an arid palate
the way he might feed a dachshund
if only he had a pet.
Adrian Slonaker works as a copywriter and copy editor in St. John’s,
Newfoundland, Canada. Adrian’s work has appeared in Aberration Labyrinth, Squawk Black, The Bohemyth, Queen’s Mob’s Tea House, Pangolin Review and others.