waking up is the hardest thing
the groggy, shameful start of
every day it’s like i’m pulling a half dead
mouse off of a glue trap
and i stay sticky for a while
the comfort lingers
the fog of dreams slip in and out
of my heavy, heavy head
i tell myself i will get up
in a moment but then it’s been
a couple hours
and still the pillow feels as soft
as it did when i was drifting off last night