Chivvy Boney

Will your pillowcases dry
In time for you to use them
Against your sweetly washed face?

Will your chores tomorrow go
Quietly in succession
Without any hitch to them?

Will you persuade your landlord,
Your manager, your colleagues,
Your family to help you?

What if nothing good comes true?
You’ll sleep on damp, moldy sheets,
Miss the rent, come to the brink

Of another disaster.
But nothing will go faster.