all morning
unable to untangle
what is real
from last night’s dream—
part of me reaching
back to massage it
into being, part of me
packing the lunch,
making the tea
July 6, 2017 by Rosemerry
all morning
unable to untangle
what is real
from last night’s dream—
part of me reaching
back to massage it
into being, part of me
packing the lunch,
making the tea
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