By Jennifer Rutherford
Date: 11 May 1997

Another Rotten Morning

 Ever since we broke up
 I hate waking up in the morning.
 I wake up, my arms wrapped around
 a collection of pillows and stuffed animals
 (enough to approximate your size)-
 and I remember that I'm not going to get to hold you like that
 ever again.
 Then I sit up and look around my room
 and see all the empty spaces where photos of us
 used to be kept.
 And I remember that today there is no hope
 that you'll call me anymore.
 I want to go back to sleep, but my
 arms wrap around the pillows again
 and I cry.
 Nice way to start a day.