freedom

she woke up standing
in the middle of the street
with her hands outreached
to turn off the blaring alarms
and they didn't know what to do with her
with her loose curls and barefeet
didn't know how to handle her hands
long and slow against the roof of their cars
her little voice growling about mondays
and who hasn't ?
but she was standing still in the street
stretching her slim neck and tucking a yawn away
behind her spare hand
while she ran one small foot up and down
her long legs as bare as can be
slowly waking up
checking, as people do, that they survived the night
that, tongue over teeth, everything is right
or at least in the right place
and shuddering down her spine
with one last shake she was awake

they didn't know what to do with her
and she didn't know what to do with them
all those faces behind the glasses
watching her like something strange
with a bit of rubbing hunger in their eyes
so she sighed and walked away

so much for monday.