Wake up from my dreams

confused by daylight

and the news blaring

out from Europe or

wherever the hell

they found it.

I always forget who I am on Mondays.

The immediate struggle between oblivious slumber

and acute alertness begins

with the snooze button,

a short shower,

hot coffee, intense thought.

Foolish last night.

Talked about silly things

I didn’t think would

follow me into today.

Like how I feel about you.

And I dress up my vulnerability

to face this day

unsure of myself

in your eyes,

unsure of you in daylight,

unsure of these words,

a bundle of uneasiness.

But I always forget who I am on Mondays and

by tomorrow I will have remembered.