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In Mixed Meter, A Meditation Upon Alarm Clocks
The healing sleep of which Macbeth spoke enviously…
SHATTERED!
The metal ****cans kicked across the room
A giant light fixture hurting my face
Because I thought a top rack a safer space
Large men yelling things my mother would not approve:
“REVEILLE! REVEILLE! REVEILLE!
RISE AND SHINE, AND GREET THE NEW DAY!
LET GO YER ****S AND GRAB YER SOCKS!
GET OFF YER LAZY ***ES YA SORRY SQUIRRELS!”
A hundred and sixty bare feet hit the deck
In perfect Navy unison at 03-my-God-is-this-real-00
And somehow, all these many years later
The soft ding-dong of a tiny MePhone
Sounds even worse
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