Dawn breaks bright
and white, earlier than
the normal hour,
shoving forward molecules
in disarray, electrons
buzz through nerves
my face feels slapped,
thoughts misfire
stutter,
sleep retreats, my body propelled ahead
an hour but the bones
object and stall,
travelling
forward
heavy, a cannon ball
destined to fall
landing with a solid whump.
I am flesh, not fit
to speed through time,
a pitchfork at my back, my cells
deconstructed,
reconstructed, a timesheet noting
I slack.
I close my eyes and try,
and try
to go
back.
