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
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
