Musical Morning

sunday morning
slow beats seething
through the screens and 
the open windows
eggs frying
legs shaking
after we stayed lying
so long in bed

sunday morning
both of us reading
and looking up
occasionally
looking up
occasionally

sunday morning
you’re doing your thing
and I am doing mine
speaking words more
a formality
cause we get the feeling
of one mind

sunday morning
sheets still warm and
kitties swarming
round our feet
life comes easy
your sweet company
making it so complete

of all the monday through fridays we join the crusade
of all the saturday nights in which we were made
of all the exorcisms I’ve done with your ghost
still it’s sunday morning and I miss you the most

sunday morning
slow beats seething
through the screens and
the open windows
eggs frying
legs shaking
after we stayed lying
so long in bed

sunday morning
both of us reading
and looking up
occasionally
looking up
occasionally

~Ani Difranco