Student Publishing Program ::

Maya Silver

Monday Morning

If the sine of the cosine of waking up at 6:30 am

is equal to

the percent of sun now above the horizon,

then Monday morning has begun.

From A block to B block

to C block to D block,

you must metamorphose.

Remember to

dot your i’s in English,

eye your dots in art,

take notes on a cello,

and write an essay from the heart –

wait! not that heart of course,

not the one that pulses,

warm and bloody,

and knows

that nothing matters –

solid, liquid, or gas,

because you’re the Sun King,

and the hallway is Versailles,

even when the water fountains are all

dysfunctional,

like the corpus callosum,

that connects right and left hemispheres of your brain.

My brain.

His brain. Her brain.

We’re all a-brained on Monday morning.

Just live in the present (perfect) hominid.