i will get up in the morning

and i will drag myself out of bed

slowly, slowly

i will shower and pull panties on and dress myself in decorative rags

i will put on deodorant and brush my teeth

quickly, quickly

i will run to the bus stop 

i will stay in a building for 7 hours

and my feet will trickle down the hallways

my heart projecting around my head

and i will return to my home

finally, finally

but three years from now

i will rouse my sleepy self and look across my pillow

i will blend our lips together, soft pastel and pink swirls

you will blink, eyelashes tickle across my cheek

softly, softly

i just can’t wait