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To My Roommate

Why do you have to wake up at seven
every single morning, all year long,
when you don’t have class until eleven?

I think you could sleep until nine, or ten,
and stay in bed where you belong,
but no—you have to wake up at seven.

It’s good to be disciplined, but even
I can see that it is pathetically wrong,
when you don’t have class until eleven,

to get up so early. You wake, and then
you crumple and shuffle papers all morning long.
Why do you have to get up at seven?

Did you know that staying in bed is like heaven?
You can lay back, and sleep, and think, and yawn
when you don’t have class until eleven.

I’m going to have to ask you again
until you can see your insomnia’s wrong:
why do you have to wake up at seven
when you don’t have class until eleven?