you sitting on the front
stoop
smoking
a cigarette, doing
yoga,
stretching
your limbs as you
face the morning sun,
you're
drinking a mimosa
and eating
a glazed
donut.
you are chanting
something,
your latest mantra,
i suppose.
adjusting your chakras.
you wait for me
to wake up
and come outside.
i see the conflict in you,
but say nothing.
it's in me too.
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