this gaping maw

of my bed & i

so eagerly devoured

my bed's pillownest

hides a black hole which holds me

in place each morning

i read somewhere that

pillow count correlates with

depression levels

so... i have sixteen

pillows on my bed but i

promise you i'm fine

what if we call

today saturday

eve & start the

weekend early

i got up, showered

went to get dressed but have laid

back down on my bed

it's just so hard to

accept the fact of mornings

even in their midst

set an alarm for

5 min from now then i

have to get dressed

today can happen

i just don't want to resign

myself to that fact

these morning haiku

are the only things i feel

like waking up for