If you hit the snooze
you’ll have a little longer to live
in the body of a wolf
to gnaw at a bone in the woods
parading the entrails back to the den
you’ll have more time to be a nobody
an unwanted wallflower
wearing not even half a dress
a few more minutes
to feed a man’s sperm back to him
with a spoon
if you hit the snooze you’ll have
a few more minutes
to run out of gas in the sky
to drop from a cliff
to watch your liver dangle
from a piece of twine
pacing the narrow air
a soundless pendulum
a few more minutes in an icy sweat
gasping out of breath
trying to thread a frayed rope
through the eye of a loop
to save your kids
from falling into a mineshaft
to certain death
if you hit the snooze
you’ll have a moment’s rest
before you’re forced
to face another day
where children are burning
alive in tents
before you’re forced to remember
everyone who has the power to stop it
is already awake
and has been for years.