And you left me no eggs

[bergenline_bug]

i wake up at 6:55.
this is mature of me
considering
every night all i do is wait
for it to get dark,
crawl into bed,
and wait for sleep to come home.

but no. today
i wake up at the ass crack of dawn.
it's a new day why spend it
under the covers.
actually i did spend it
under the covers.
i'd like to give myself credit
for this morning's uncharacteristic
rising time of mine
but no.
today i wake up at 6:55
because you live like a giant
in the woods
comfortable in his own solitude.

you're no giant but you sure as hell
sound like one.
you may be comfortable in those woods
but you sure as hell don't live alone.

stomp the boots with every step,
open the cupboards one by one
as though calmlyfranticallyslowly
searching for the what-the-hell-could-
he-be-looking-for-that-he-needs-to-
open-every-damn-
cupboard. until finally the last slam
is made.

but then the coffee starts hissing
the timer on the oven goes off
you are getting busy todayDAMN!!!
i'm practically molesting my eyes
with a blanket, a pillow, and a shirt.
the ears are a lost cause--they can't be saved.
even the sound you make stirring
that metal spoon inside your hot mug of coffee,
god, yes, even that wretched scratching sound
escapes you and makes its way into bed with me.

clearly, he will stop at nothing.
should i get up? goddamn this i'm not getting
up. why the hell should I waste my
beautiful morning for this traffic noise.
these blinds serve no purpose;
every single beam of light is entering this room.
fuck.
morning sweetheart.