February 22, 2013

A sick and slick feeling when you do
something real bad. A mistake big

enough to shame. That’s what we’re talking about.

It is hard to except failure when you’re winning.

Hard too, to wake up in the morning, and the sunrise
be the only decent thing about an hour this early,
and no, it turns out the clouds are too much in the way,
so no sun.

No use in even rising from the bed. It can be a cushion-coffin.

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