starting something
so I started this poem
before I fell asleep last night
rearranging the words
in such a way
[trying to convince myself]
I wouldn’t forget them
come morning
but guess what
birdsong woke me up
long after the alarm
& there I lay
the world passing me by
eyes blinking
quickly catching up
november two thousand twenty-three
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