How I Feel About Your Attitude And Your Notebook

22ndFeb. × ’08

I would like to say,
“I’m unsure
what I did
to offend you
on this glorious
morning”
with an ugly, sarcastic grin.

But you will sulk and say
“But I wasn’t talking,”
and I will say
“But you are now,”
and you will say
“But”
And I will say
“I don’t care,”
and it will not be a glorious morning
anymore.

Except the problem is I do
care, which is why I’m here
at this ungodly hour of the morning
wondering how to make you work.

So you really must
mind your attitude this minute
because I mind
when you don’t,
because you’re better
than that.

You are able to write
the moment your father never came
and still name the day you did well,
the way you taught second position.
You tell me the posture you choose, you know as yes
these moments you learn to have success.

“No, you will not speak to me that way,”
and “No, you may not sharpen your pencil
because we’re here to celebrate mistakes,”
the ink of decisions we make
choices again and again
and I would like for you to choose
to listen to yourself learn,
listen to yourself say,
“This attitude is less than I deserve,
and I will not tolerate
the cheap distraction of bad moods.”

Simply, I want you to write,
to take pen and craft
this attitude today to say:
it is my glorious morning
and I will find a real smile
through these pages.

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