in the morning...in a morning...in my morning...


it's still dark here
in my kitchen
hard dark pink
hard orange pink
pink orange hard
pink hard dark
in the dark
in the hard
in the hard tapped orangey-pink dark morning
i might smell sunlight

in my kitchen
it's moist and laughable
it's reddening and lightening and shading the trees of our harlem
courtyard
it's nothing and moonlight and palm trees backyard
no shinesun no purplepink
the fan blowing the light thru the window
the fan blowing the vertical blinds
left side facing

mumbling airconditioners and firstlight birds
bus on the avenue squeeking stop
mumbling mom sounds
i squirt squeek run hide plow into my underthetable

keep whirring my morning
it isn't morning
i haven't slept
i haven't done or undone
the trees are always sharp in this light
alwayssway in time
my mind is sharp in this time
in this lighty dawn
stalwart watchmen guarding wooden towers

here is the light from my television
here is my dog
motherinfantme
shapeshifter
here is me
here am i

		by marlene giraud and aaron howard