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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