Or not enough to say "pullcord."
Say "plastic cone at the end of the pullcord."
Then pull cord. And up comes morning
Brighter than remembered. Two girls
Red blue and gray in iPods exclaiming birds.
A single boy in black. A puddle of four others.
How suddenly it all went green. This telling
Takes us no closer to the day.
But we're ghosts. So we're easily fooled.
We're in the tree. Then on the street.
We're thinking for breakfast. Then typing.
I wanted all the time I needed and I have it.