wake up crying

some mornings
the pillow
clutched tight
makes a poor
surrogate
for when
i wake up
crying

buried in
unanswered
prayers
like
an avalanche of
abandoned
cicada husks
with faint
lipstick kisses
gone gray
with dust

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