A Morning Sonnet

By Rhiannon McGavin

from under textbooks, I awake at dawn
and commence a morning ritual gleaned
from reading French skincare articles, bonne

as sun filters through the bathroom in beams
first, unbraiding my hair, since plaits prevent frizz
and finger-combing Celtic Cream through curls
finished with hairspray in one ample spritz 
a common prayer for many Jewish girls
gentle face wash for a clean complexion 
moisturizer and sunscreen soon follow
with a makeup look straight from high fashion
glitter to invoke an ambient glow.
glory takes time, I say, and therefore must
pinch my feet in heels, running for the bus 

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