Photo / graphic by Roman.
Where am I? My situational awareness is absent, reduced to warmth… comfort… bed… and as I begin to awaken I seem to rotate within some delimited space, falling toward a maximum probability until: I fit! That’s right. It’s night. I’m in bed and not at all ready for the day, which it is not. If you love me, I will sleep.
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Just a note: I’ve been “away” with National Poetry Month activities, but now looking forward to catching up here (and elsewhere) over the next week.
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