“I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.”
(Roethke)
Reheat the coffee. Last night’s coffee. Couldn’t be nearer to dawn unless it was dawn. Taps are already up acting leaky. Toilet tissue’s run out. Tub’s spotted. My skin tells dirty secrets even unbathed by the light of fluorescent fixtures. Our tacky, ghost-cluttered, haunted hut is situated a
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