Body weighs a thousand pounds in the mattress, morning sunshine so bright and your head yells seize the day but you can't even lift it from the plush dream. Everything swelters already. Drown your closed eyes in coffee, relish the endless free hours ahead. A night in the alphabet still swims in your head; she calls from packing, asking how to fit life into 2 suitcases and you think is there any other way to start over? You know so well her week-of panic. You adored it, for years, for generations of moving the blood in your veins and reveling in departure, in separation, in heart ache the only way to know you lived. You think now you may never feel it again.
On this mattress you learned to stay and still survive.
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