6am
Invisible sandbags swing from my eyelids
Spilling their grit on bleary eyeballs
My head jangles throughout the basic construction of toast piles, and
Eating reminds me of a cement mixer churning
6pm
My spirit levels on the cold tiled floor
I’m clammy mummy scaffolding supine for you to climb
In return I plant my warm kisses on your cool forehead
Meanwhile, hash browns put on their crispy overcoats
