I should get up to close the blinds,
it’s 2:03am, and soon, somewhere
in the world, a gorgeous student
with his curls freshly cut (too short,
he says, accusing the barber of dis
crimination) will be up and headed
to class. Or maybe it’s a holiday
today. Yesterday, at a noisy birth
day party, he complained about the
ruckus, but probably had a pretty good
time. I can’t say. I wasn’t there and
slept too long into the evening during
an extended nap to find out. But in
minutes I will surely be up to speed.
