My body awakes me; wants sustenance or to relieve itself;
relief from cold or heat; or it simply knows that the day is here.
Pleasure-seeking, it wakes me for that:
lustful, averse to discomfort, stupid,
addicted, over-nourished, badly designed.
It is soft but durable, though spare parts are hard to find
and harder still to install!
Symmetrical, it wears its redundancy on its sleeve;
craving sleep; yet it wakes me every damn time.