7:45

In bed.

Dog curled against my back.

Clean sheets.

Sunlight forcing herself

on the blinds.

Blue walls create a

robins egg womb.

I still only take up half.

I wake with a start

and forget it's Saturday.

Hands hit things until

I grip my glasses,

my phone.

7:45

Don't have to be up

until 9:00

It is so me

to jump the gun.

Almost 30 years ago

I popped out 6 weeks early.

They say I was yellow.

My head looked like an orange.

I wasn't done yet,

but there I was

naked and screaming.

Not much has changed.