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Alone and okay.

by Anastasia Shows

its a three pots of coffee day
in my quilted pajama bottoms and
faded sweatshirt with the torn neck
reminiscent of Flash Dance fame.

my tongue runs over my fuzzy feeling
coffee flavored teeth
and i realize that sitting
here.
alone.
is bliss.

01/07/2008

Posted on 01/07/2008
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/08/08 at 04:48 AM

I don't know whether to be sad for you, or happy - LOL. It can be bliss. But eventually the fuzz has to go...

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/16/08 at 12:23 AM

This sort of sounds like me on the days I don't work, well, not all the details you have here, but just the fact that I'm so happy to be alone and quiet - no, not really missing anyone. Good thought progression here with the idea that maybe, just maybe, you're really trying to convince yourself of the last four lines.

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