Poem For Morning

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I woke up early,
Way too early.
I’m all jarred angles and something
Noxious is nesting
Between my teeth.
Definitely not a panorama of sky,
But I can veil a meteorshower
Just the same.
Not in the mood.
My unfailing abilities
To make poor choices rather impress me,
But other times, like today,
I wish I could just go back to sleep.
The mosquito bite
On my index finger
Assures me that I won’t.

-r. miller

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