Morning Say

Turn the handle to step through the frame
Look in the mirror at the dewy sleep shaken skin
The words are churning inside my mouth with toothpaste

I spit out the foamed mess except for formed lines
And disregard my own suppression of heart
Turn on the faucet and place my hands under

Knowing full well it is like ice every time

My pillow left a goodbye message on my face
Hair it does not matter, no matter where I go
It still looks like I fell out of bed

Try to muster up a hello to the milky light
Coming at half of me through the plastic curtain
Sometimes I wipe my hands on your towel

Only after do I understand,
Mine is still wet on my bedroom floor
I say what I have to in my mind as I look at the fine lines
Gathering with evil grins on my nose, from laughter

As I tell you a story of yesterday, maybe
The vibration out of my mouth is one tone
"Hi"
My hands hear the locking click and I set the alarm for ten

Sorry about your towel.