the package

stayed up late, I did.
three hours sleep under my
belt.
I set my body clock to wake up
at eight, but instead I woke at
half-past.
I wanted to be at the door
when my package arrived.
I judged the time wrong, for the postman
arrived at quarter to eleven.

in the meantime, I had to wait.
my being and self....made
of rivers of tea.
eyelids red and aching to close,
yet I stayed awake for this f**kin'
package.

had no desire for breakfast.
I was not hungry, and did not
want to eat morning-food out of
a perceived necessity....
which is what some people do.

now and again, I'd rise up from
the chair and run to the front window.
wanted to catch a glimpse of
the postman waddling down the road.

third time round, he was there.
approaching.
I needed to urinate. 'in two minds
about whether or not to go to
the toilet
at that specific moment in time.
I decided not to because I wanted to
open the door and be there.

and now, with the package beside me...
I shall fall to sleep.