needing a shave. needing
a cold shower.
needing toothpaste,
needing
underwear and socks.
i must have left
a window open
last night, it's colder
than a penguin's
butt in here.
i stumble around,
and find the culprit,
slamming it down.
coffee next,
and the paper, lame
and thin
as it is, off the porch
and in
the thorns.
a three minute skim,
then into
the cage
where a gerbil lives.
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