POETRY

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I’m happiest on mornings when the teeth of the cold snap me awake

On nights I’m a huge gerbil snugged down in a bed nest

On days when lunch is lonely because I can only think of friends

On afternoons when the sauce is coming together and I search for that damn basil

At two am when I wake up as a car ambles past, the radiator sighs, and some dream I’ll forget invites me to dance