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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