this morning

I was startled
not by how you
woke me up

but when you did

I wasn't upset or
even annoyed
just caught off guard

and I didn't want to 
tell you that

I wouldn't drive you home
that we were home

that you and I
were home

I crawled out of bed
put on that shirt
that looks like an old
slave's garment

and told you
that I loved you


The Emperor of Ice Cream?

Well I knew
the prince of popcicles,
who proved a much
nicer fellow.
Cool countenance like
the emperor,
but firmer in his beliefs.

So, go on,
tell me about his highness,
his lofty lounge
on the uppermost shelf
of the freezer.
I’ll be with his son,
telling tales of summer,
of times when we acted
like kids.