My moonlit breakfast
Grainy eyes focus on day
Another room: Snoring.
More Tuesday poems
Love the simplicity of this and the snoring. There is something very comforting about a gentle snore.
I like that one does not really know how to interpret the feelings here — annoyed at the snoring? stressed at the grainy early morning hour? groggy and too tired still to care? longing to go back to bed with the snorer?
Fun to come to this!
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