Tomorrow, and the Next Day, and the Next

deep indigo mornings, my slumber breaks

my name is Five More Minutes, Please

playing chauffeur to the bickering children i live with

my name is Are We At School Yet?

cloudy days induce my reverie, and on those days

i am Day Dreamer

seemingly short weekends composed of insomnolence

and my name is Night Owl

my infinite infatuation with novels

claim my name to be Bibliophile

mother tells of adversities, unwelcome in this strange country

and i am their First American

though my own story consists of

plain and fortunate beginning

an impending climax and

a refusal for a life of drudgery