early bird
After a night of tossing and turning, my body awakes on its own at 5:38. Stretching tightened muscles, I feel atrophied, closed. I pull on the pants I wore last night and brush my teeth while sitting on the toilet. No bother with the kitchen, nothing digests at this hour. Tummies are still asleep.
I’m late, and so I pray for the day to hold off, and for the sun to remain underground until I can make it to campus. At this time of year there are no morning chirps from the early birds. The little ones are all looking to come down from the night. Songbirds migrate under the direction of the stars and the weight of the moon. They need to make it before the sunrise, before the sunshine reveals them as small and helpless - an easy meal. I don’t have this kind of pressure. My timing just determines when the pumpkin pies will be made. There is nothing consequential about this.
Sipping coffee I muse over a late assignment in the basement of the library. I it took me an hour to print it because my card got caught in the machine. I make eyes at friends and enter into a brief discussion about the social etiquette required when asking a total stranger for a piece of gum. Excuse me, (?) I couldn’t help but notice you are chewing big red,...
And here I am, writing to you. Editing words and formatting them for your pleasure.
$ inserting meaningless punctuation. Are you in this moment with me? Feeling the seconds drip away? It is not so beautiful as a metaphor. This is what it is. And if I had to ask, you would answer, Sweetie, there is nothing consequential about this. Can words keep you warm at night?
I’m late, and so I pray for the day to hold off, and for the sun to remain underground until I can make it to campus. At this time of year there are no morning chirps from the early birds. The little ones are all looking to come down from the night. Songbirds migrate under the direction of the stars and the weight of the moon. They need to make it before the sunrise, before the sunshine reveals them as small and helpless - an easy meal. I don’t have this kind of pressure. My timing just determines when the pumpkin pies will be made. There is nothing consequential about this.
Sipping coffee I muse over a late assignment in the basement of the library. I it took me an hour to print it because my card got caught in the machine. I make eyes at friends and enter into a brief discussion about the social etiquette required when asking a total stranger for a piece of gum. Excuse me, (?) I couldn’t help but notice you are chewing big red,...
And here I am, writing to you. Editing words and formatting them for your pleasure.
$ inserting meaningless punctuation. Are you in this moment with me? Feeling the seconds drip away? It is not so beautiful as a metaphor. This is what it is. And if I had to ask, you would answer, Sweetie, there is nothing consequential about this. Can words keep you warm at night?
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