drowsy eye – August 8

8.8

a drowsy eye oozes open,

world still there, sounds

having begun to filter in,

and smells

 

of coffee brewing from

below, dishes chip chip

clinking out of the washer

onto shelves

 

life will happen again this

day. brain kicking in even

as the body twitches in

resistance.

 

this is the day the Lord

hath made. oh my.

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