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I’m sitting here, back to last-minute posts,
  because I simply forget.
 

I have the best intentions, I swear.
Like when I tell myself I’m going to get up half an hour early
  so I can spend that extra half hour in poetry.

We’re two for two…

             …of NOT getting up.

And I have these thoughts whirling around in my head of saving and health care and loans and jobs and wedding cards and bridal presents and bedtimes and caffeine after five all while trying to enjoy:

                twenty-one,
                and the rest of my life.

Whew.
Are you tired?
     
            I sure am.