and get up when it goes off is what he says.
But I roll over to go back to sleep every time.
I promise to get up; I even say that I am up.
I pull the covers over my head. I get up finally.
We argue because I don’t have my bag packed
and I need to print an assignment for school.
I stay in the bathroom too long, fixing my hair.
He announces the time to me every five minutes.
I can’t figure out what to wear, I change my shirt.
He yells when I pause to select a song on my iPod.
I forget my keys. My cell phone is uncharged.
I forget to bring the note I need to give a teacher.
I miss the bus and don’t have time to eat breakfast.
I eat a cold pop tart and drink an iced tea drink box
while he drives me to school, he doesn’t talk to me
but says, “the Breakfast of Losers, not champions”.
I sit silently when he tells me all I have to do is
get up ten minutes earlier to fix all these things.
I look out the window when he says to me-
“No telling how many planes and trains you’ll miss.”
I reply with, “Yeah, I know” but we both know
how tomorrow will probably be more of the same.
Most times, I say “Love you Dad” when I get out.
Most times, he says “Love you too, have a good day”.