It's day again.
Awakeness again.
This brash returning to me
I'm never ready.
My angry, growling neighbour is shouting and slamming doors again
The wall between our apartments shakes
A raucous chorus of sostenuto horns break through my thin windows again—
Other exasperated people I'd never ordinarily have to know are stuck in traffic on some impassable block
And now I know them
I know them too well
It's intimate
My tired body has been penetrated by someone else's impatience again
But now, the buzzer sounds–
FedEx is here again
My phone rings,
It's Citibank again
There's no time for a gentle awakening
No time to meet the day slowly, on softened feet
The things that others
Seem to accept as a precondition of the world
Assail me
Day is an impatient dog with unkempt claws
Scratching up my tender legs.
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