what a week
I'd been waking
every morning
at
4 ay-em
for eons
eons
forever
I'd look at the clock
the alarm clock
a clock
thats never been used as an alarm
I always get up
on time
no matter what time
on time
happens
to be
digressing
so
we've established
the 4 ay-em
peek at the time
then
turn over
snuggle back into my pillow
waking
again
at 6
until
Jack developed his morning song
HELLLLLO
MOOORE
HELLOOOO
outside the bedroom door
(a door made of the thinest material known to man through which sound doesnt just travel it breaks through completely)
a cry
that
only
a man cant hear
yeah
talkin' bout
you
Toonman
Jack sings the song
that
stirs
the bladder
but
it wasnt
til
Ms Rose got sick
needing special food
that
I began
to
actually
get up
before 6
I now rise at 5 most mornings
I sit up
shake out my hair
head into the day
this week
I find myself
not sitting up
so much
as
dragging my flat ass out of bed
trying hard to be awake
enough
to function
wishing
I could sleep in
SIGH
I blame the weather
hey
why not?
As the weekend approaches
I think
more and more
about
that
extra hour
or
two
I can squeeze out
before
the
Jack-a-wailing begins
Do you sleep in on weekends?
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