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Friday, May 10, 2013

Slightly Inebriated


222/ too tired to think, even the aging night leans against this dazed house, slightly inebriated— stumbling and singing loudly —

Due to the stitches along my upper back, I can only sleep in odd positions— my night reading as a result limits itself to scant phrases from a seated position from the edge of the mattress. However, within the last twenty-four hours I manage to lie on my back without feeling pin pricks in the flesh; blood does not pool on the sheets when I wake in the morning. Perhaps tomorrow I can return to my list of books for reading this year—

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