Hungover.

It is warmth incarnate
to sit, legs crossed on the kitchen top,
with the morning sun pouring on my bare arms.
And acoustic-ly, you see, we
can smile again with the
way you play so casual-ay.
The clouds are full but
if i blow hard enough, they’ll pass –
fast enough? I’m made of strong stuff
but even then, I don’t tend to bend
all that well.

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