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Sunrise

My favorite sun is the one during sunrise because it looks like it's on fire.

it reminds me of the viciousness of the world,

the power of space,

the power of space

 

My favorite sun is the one during sunrise because it doesn't burn

as much to look at

and it doesn't burn as much when I step outside

and I can drive without sunglasses on and breathe in the air and hold my coffee and look at that rising sun and I can feel

as small and insignificant as I need to

It feels good

I feel better

I burn my tongue on my coffee and spill some on my sleeve

it gets on my fingers but I don't rush to the sink's cold water

I stand and stare at the sun and feel it's heat

and it's like we're holding hands

 

My favorite sun used to be the one during sunset

but that one is death and the end and sunrise is

beginning and reincarnation and the comfort that

there is always a second chance

and I know of course that that is not the case, that is not true

but I let myself feel it anyway because it's warm

 

Warm like my bathtub, which I turn too hot and burrow in

and sunrise makes me want to curl under the bubbles and never come out

I do that sometimes

Shut my eyes

cover my ears so everything's quiet and dry there

and drop until my lips and nose are the only things above the water

 

I lay there for minutes and they feel like hours

and I hear the quiet drum of my heartbeat and breathe with it

and just like watching the sunrise I feel small

and it's good

 

Sometimes it's different and dark

and I cling to the sides of the tub and push and pin myself as far down as I can

I curl my toes until they cramp

and squeeze my eyes so tight bright lights flicker behind the lids

And try to escape the cold between my shoulder blades, knurled and knotted at the base of my neck

and just like watching the sunset I feel like I'm dying

and it's good

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