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first light is cavernous, ochre vivification for the ruffled goose-down sage squares 'neath which i seek refuge in feign dreams, pores peeled, wakeful, like a deep-roving shark, sedate half the brain and keep vigil, open every thirty minutes to secure myself -- perpendicular, swaddled, taut. there are fundamental rituals with which we are inculcated in the households of our heralds,   our inheritance -- idiosyncrasies. "the day begins when the bed is made." i devoted nine nights to avoiding nuestro cama. i spent six siestas preferring the loch ness futon and three on the threshold to the bathroom because i couldn't always bring myself back to face it. now, just like mother says, i make the bed upon first light and la cama rests in a tight corner on a frame piled high with pillows like i'm filling up space i keep my books cushioned and my homework has become a permanent fixture, sprawling, embedded i've remade my queen's cot 207 times in the last 18 days and regardless, can't say i've started my day.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
bedmaking
first light is cavernous, ochre vivification for the ruffled goose-down sage squares 'neath which i seek refuge in feign dreams, pores peeled, wakeful, like a deep-roving shark, sedate half the brain and keep vigil, open every thirty minutes to secure myself -- perpendicular, swaddled, taut. there are fundamental rituals with which we are inculcated in the households of our heralds,   our inheritance -- idiosyncrasies. "the day begins when the bed is made." i devoted nine nights to avoiding nuestro cama. i spent six siestas preferring the loch ness futon and three on the threshold to the bathroom because i couldn't always bring myself back to face it. now, just like mother says, i make the bed upon first light and la cama rests in a tight corner on a frame piled high with pillows like i'm filling up space i keep my books cushioned and my homework has become a permanent fixture, sprawling, embedded i've remade my queen's cot 207 times in the last 18 days and regardless, can't say i've started my day.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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