On this most cherished morn you opened a can of corn and twisted out the blinds, revealing a room adorned with packages to wrap. There's room at the edges for a victory lap when the working day is through. You'll obey your pillow, though you won't volunteer. The way your eyelids hang down now, the weight upon your eyebrow, you can feel it.

SE 45th's your favorite street, where daily you find your seat in a place where the eaves protect the papers from rain and sleet. You wad them up in a ball to line the boxes in case they fall.

Everyone I know is riding around with no place to go and no money for the arcade. Meanwhile you're contentedly running the show. You've mastered it like a dance; you mark the package, "Ship out to Paris, France." Now obey your pillow, miss business pioneer. The way your eyelids hang down now, the weight upon your eyebrow, you can't escape it.

Say goodbye to me, close the door and turn the key. We leave for different poles though your watch reads but 9:03 PM. Your yawning I've read as a cue for you to go home and go to bed — and obey your pillow, though you don't volunteer. The way your eyelids hang down now, the weight upon your eyebrow, you can feel it.


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