Mornings

I lie like a pancake
in my bed
flat, 
still, 
inanimate
I have no desire at all 
to pick myself up
and get dressed in marmalade 
but for all it’s worth
I feel cooked through today

maybe even a little too much 
for the world’s taste

(nov. 2018)

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