morning & not even
all my resistant
snooze taps

can keep its alarm
from browbeating me
into submission

every day i add to
my attempted coups
against consciousness

daily a bloody ectomy
of self from this bed

tweets about never
wanting to get up
'til i have to get up
& other microcosms

desperately
disinterested
in this day

every a.m.
a hostage
negotiation
with pillows

sorry i'm late
boss i had to write
about how much i didn't
want to wake up this morning