I suppose the reason the snout
and upper jaw is missing from
my old plastic Tyrannosaurs Rex is time.
It's an old device to evoke the clock,
my own wall a quick museum
of successes and failure.
I got rid of so many books.
A favorite, still here, dog-eared
and coffee-stained. No, it
must've been torn off by me
or chewed by one of the dogs.
There's another dinosaur
with its horn filed down halfway.
What do you even begin to say to the morning,
as if the pillow were yanked
and shoes suddenly put on your feet.