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Bad poetry citrine light crawls from the open bathroom along the carpet
like a low ember
I try to crawl away from my bed
escape the clutching oyster shell of the girl. Mornings are quiet
and lonely. Listen to traffic. Birds,
beetles, aphids,
spinning fanblade. I need a warm shower to remind my heart
about the sunshine over meadows life still holds. No more of this
white wall and carpet
in bathroom lights.
