there are some mornings
when I feel the weight of my hair
pulling my head down
when I can feel gravity
pulling down the subway when we cross the
bridge between Castle Frank and Broadview
there are some mornings
I don't think I can get out of bed
because the world is too real
the empty space between me
and my fingers is filled with blankets
and the meniscus of my eyelids
is curved up instead of away
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
there are some mornings
when I feel the weight of my hair
pulling my head down
when I can feel gravity
pulling down the subway when we cross the
bridge between Castle Frank and Broadview
there are some mornings
I don't think I can get out of bed
because the world is too real
the empty space between me
and my fingers is filled with blankets
and the meniscus of my eyelids
is curved up instead of away
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