POEM OF THE DAY
SLEPT LATISH
woke to a podcast about breast cancer,
Touched self…still present and accounted for… both.
Quietly passed gas. The true sign of morning.
Left foot stiff, strangled by a sock at foot of bed.
hate when that happens.
Pooch still snoring. Hmm. Maybe too early
to face the day
notjustaboutsex 
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