me more tired
than doing a lot of things.
work all day.
no problem. but if i
lie around until ten,
with coffee
and a paper, and i'm
exhausted.
i can hardly keep my chin
up as i stare out the window
into the enormous
blank page of grey.
maybe some sit ups would help.
or running up and down
the stairs,
maybe i could go out
and scrape the ice
off the windows once more,
maybe.
or maybe i'll just lie down
right here,
and leave the door unlocked
in case you
want to come by again.
light a fire,
we could make smores.
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