(Poem #79 on new numbering scheme)
Blink. Sit up. It's morning. Now I'm awake. The pain of sleep fades. My body needs to move. One shoulder resists movement. I finally begin to rise. The first thing is to make some coffee.
– a reverse nonnet
(Poem #79 on new numbering scheme)
Blink. Sit up. It's morning. Now I'm awake. The pain of sleep fades. My body needs to move. One shoulder resists movement. I finally begin to rise. The first thing is to make some coffee.
– a reverse nonnet