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  THE MORNING BITCHES

   

day explodes dogs

an alarm clock whimpering

for feeding at the door

 

rising blood pressure climbs

a yawn for more oxygen

pushes eyes open and fingers out

 

to feel air but not see it

feeling I know it is

hiding between here and ceiling

 

perched inside itself

satisfied with its cloak

enough not to peek at me

 

today    but then

the dogs howl

for food again

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