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fall awake

wake up late

fifteen minutes before the bus

need to hurry

an hour worth of prep

that damn alarm

always never rings

quick in the shower

throw on some clothes

grown-up clothes

not doc martin's

not wingtips

minute to toast a bagel

still cold on sensitive teeth

have to hurry

must be rounding the corner

coins from the dish

keys in jacket pocket

open the front door

pause

go back and switch on TV

turn the volume up loud

so if anyone breaks in

they'll think someone's home

I blame pinecones for the way things are

I blame spray-paint on brick walls
and overflowing garbage cans

I blame the selfish words in books
and snow falling on my window

then I blame friends I stole from
and lovers I scorned

I blame the icons on my desktop
and the empty can of beer

the stars on Orion's belt
and his running from At las t

before I blame the light
streaming through the trees

and the dog howling at the moon when
I blame whoever finds me out