o, what a haze today was.
when i woke this morning it
felt like the day had finished
long before the morning peeked it's
head around.
had the air conditioner not been on,
I'm sure I would've escaped
to yesteryear.8.15.15
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the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by
Poetryfrom the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016
morning (this one in particular)
o, what a haze today was.
when i woke this morning it
felt like the day had finished
long before the morning peeked it's
head around.
had the air conditioner not been on,
I'm sure I would've escaped
to yesteryear.8.15.15