Dali

In the morning,

I pry myself open 

like a pomegranate 

and force start 

my slumbered mind. 

I chewing on 

thoughts of you that

arrive unannounced. 

Isn’t it a bitter pill to

swallow? That I do

not share with you

my morning coffee? 

my afternoon naps? 

Perhaps I should call,

interrupting you too. 

It is only fair since 

you so often do.