Bare Naked in a Sleepy Village

a sonnet for Daniele

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t’was 6 o’clock, an early Alpine morn
as I awoke with urgent need to pee
bare naked as the day that I was born
with curtains drawn, my eyes could hardly see

foggy-eyed, I let my instincts lead
my sluggish body down the corridor
swept swiftly by my urologic need
reached for…