while the sky is still struggling to find its blue,
and the sun’s blushing orange is barely peeking through
the pillow soft clouds asleep on the hills,
before it is time to stress about bills.
while lights are still twinkling
and most are still sleeping
and traffic is only joggers and trucks,
before tossing is walking
and snoring is speaking
and the world starts demanding more than 2 fucks
before coffee and facebook
and news and toast
and pants and skirts and shoes.
before crucial details
and snarky emails
about monday, tuesday, wednesday blues.
before sweat on your brow,
and pain in your back,
2 o’ clock slumps
and afternoon snacks.
before cellphones and ringtones,
and the triteness of being grown,
and all this learning to just make do.
before garbage and grocery
and dinner and laundry
and pointless flirtation
before good mornings
and while you’re still yawning
with the creases of sheets
impressed on your face.
while your eyes are still heavy
and your voice still raspy
and your bladder still full
of last night’s booze.
while your breath still stinks