some mornings

some mornings
i feel like
a diving spider
with a web filled with air
slowly knitting together
a garish pink
barbie funhouse
just beneath
the surface of the pond

some mornings
i feel like
a mockingbird
barking from a tree
as the neighbor
folds a pillow
over their head
in an effort to maintain
a semblance of sleep

some mornings
i feel too much

those are the mornings
i wish to forget

this morning
unfortunately
is one of the latter

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