Is there a magic formula for
waking up with more resilience?
A certain position to sleep in, a
particular temperature to set the
thermostat to, perhaps a single thought
to cling onto like a parachute
while drifting down to the ground, to sleep.
I think I cracked it last night
but I might not be able to
repeat the feat tomorrow.
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Bubbles pressing against my back
make me feel like I have intestines again
and they are slowly unravelling
knots untangling
stress releasing
troubles fading
into no –
thing.
So many poems
I have written; why have none
ever written back?

