I like the days when
I wake up at noon
and crawl slowly
from messy sheets
to greet with blurry eyes
the lazy afternoon sun
and eat breakfast
over the sink
at two PM
I make my tea
lemon ginger
with honey to calm the steam
and carry it upstairs
I sit at my desk
in my pajamas
half my face covered
by my frizzy bedhead hair
and
squinting out my window
into the pink and periwinkle sunset
I pick up my pen
with soft cold fingers
and scrawl onto a napkin
from yesterday's dinner
my poetry
in ink
the color of
anxious afternoon sun
steam from lemon ginger tea
brown of unkempt hair
and the
pink
and periwinkle
sunset.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
I like the days when
I wake up at noon
and crawl slowly
from messy sheets
to greet with blurry eyes
the lazy afternoon sun
and eat breakfast
over the sink
at two PM
I make my tea
lemon ginger
with honey to calm the steam
and carry it upstairs
I sit at my desk
in my pajamas
half my face covered
by my frizzy bedhead hair
and
squinting out my window
into the pink and periwinkle sunset
I pick up my pen
with soft cold fingers
and scrawl onto a napkin
from yesterday's dinner
my poetry
in ink
the color of
anxious afternoon sun
steam from lemon ginger tea
brown of unkempt hair
and the
pink
and periwinkle
sunset.
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