Last night she woke me up,
hour after hour after every precious hour.
I wanted to ignore her whiny cries,
turn my ears,
and pretend she didn’t exist.
As soon as I turned my face to the pillow,
and felt the cool side, I remembered I did not like
on the floor.
And probably she felt awful.
Then I remembered how much I love her.
So up we went,
over and over and over again.
Strain in her face,
as the cool wind touched mine and I cursed that I wasn’t sleeping.
This must be love,
me in a robe, bare legs in -3.
Watching a dog, 3 legs
have the runs in the crunchy yard.