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Jul 2013
A morning ritual.

1.
Soft kisses
under the spray
of lukewarm water.
Your hair is wet
but, for once,
your eyes
are dry.

2.
Searching
the pantry for
something that
will fill you up but
will not fill you out.
Settling for a croissant,
acknowledging that it’s
the closest to speaking
French your tongue will
ever come. Chewing
thoroughly, you wonder
if the folds of the pastry
will show through the
folds of your pale skin.

3.
Wanting to learn,
but unsure of
where to
start.
Wanting to forget,
but unsure of
where to
stop.
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