( written on Friday, January 25, 2008, early in the morning )
( extensive rewording done on August 14, 2008 )
Why ask me
what time it is when you wake up?
You know the only watch I had
I gave to some poor fellow
I didn’t know
who likely pawned it
for a few bucks’ worth of sour wine.
Does it matter much,
if I could tell you
the second it happened?
Aren’t dark and light
all we need to know
of when to dream
and when to pee?
Does “when” fall in pieces
like pistachios that spill out
of wet-bottomed pokes
we grip for dear life?
Do we line the scattered starts
one after another
and split them open hurriedly
to eat the meat darkening inside
before it shrivels to nothing?
I can’t tell the time
when you wake up,
but you’ll know
when light’s pried
open your eyes.
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