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Early morning before anyone has ordered coffee and I feel delicate in the dewy sun with the heater on low at my ankles, I reorganize the drawer below the register gingerly feeling at staples and rubberbands, Caleb watches from the corner on tea with raspberry in doc martens and ***** trousers I wonder if I seem as pretty as I feel or if he feels the staples too and the dust from gift cards, if my hair flares out in the light, if I am a brilliant solar eclipse.
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
7:30 am Coffee.
Early morning before anyone has ordered coffee and I feel delicate in the dewy sun with the heater on low at my ankles, I reorganize the drawer below the register gingerly feeling at staples and rubberbands, Caleb watches from the corner on tea with raspberry in doc martens and ***** trousers I wonder if I seem as pretty as I feel or if he feels the staples too and the dust from gift cards, if my hair flares out in the light, if I am a brilliant solar eclipse.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
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