hurry hurry
i tell the cold water,
wanting
it to heat up
before i step in.
hurry up with the pot
of coffee,
will this water ever boil?
i rush around,
finding my shoes,
my pants,
a shirt,
my cap.
a few dollars,
the phone and keys,
a book.
hurry hurry hurry
i tell myself.
while you lie in bed,
smiling
like a cat,
with no where
to be.
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