The Latency

so early that the windows
are bleached
with light

so early that the hour
is tired of itself

so early that the clocks
have gone to sleep

I am sitting here in the hove
extrapolating
soon I will go and masturbate
while thinking of a girl
who is not my
girlfriend
think of coming inside her
think of her moans
finish
clean up
and fall asleep

utterly ashamed
of myself, this
I foretell, and know:
yet also I know that there
is no way to battle this impulse
when this cute young woman
is on my phone until four thirty
telling me how wonderful I am

how little
she knows