Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Poem: June 4, 2019

Denial

It's not my habit
to sleep in, to linger
in bed, hidden away
from the world
and all its noises, but

something
about this morning
and the position
of the pillows.

A strange impulse
to burrow deeper
away from

painting and
packing and
the glaring hard
screens.

I'll wait.
I can wait until the last.


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