A cereal bowl
of loops and honey circles
colored and not
and caked of sugar
and sleepy eyes.

She’d never tell you
what’s on her mind
in the morning
because it’s everything
and nothing at all.

I spent the night before
pushing my hand
into my stomach
and wondering how it felt
to be pregnant.

But only my heart
pushed back
and I smiled
because I had one
for now.

She left a robe
on the chair back
and I cursed it
for not being
where it belonged.

But in the grand scheme
I became, too, discarded laundry,
dusty and mildewed,
as the afternoon brought in
its loneliness.

01/12/2016

Posted on 01/12/2016
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