the cat, tied
to a different
pattern than I,
wakes me
into the dark
an hour earlier
than I had planned.
Sleep hangs on
to my edges, teasing
a slow burlesque,
as I peer
into the morning,
and the prod and pull
of whip and chain
begin my slow lurch
toward work
and degradation.
(May 29, 2014)
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