when the day starts reluctantly
I hold the life I inhabit
this temple of flesh and fire
when it starts
so sleepily
I light incense at the altar
of crow’s feet
indulge my tiredness
poor sweet animal me
when the morning is heavy
I see my daughter rise slim
reed of grass
moon shadow
and oh
I remember being a fawn in green fields
how it was to have dandelion eyes
the delicate ways spring disarms
I’m not sure if now is the summer of life
or if the leaves already dream
in ruby and yellow
but when the morning starts so slow
I know
I still want it all
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Nicole is a professional paper pusher and hot pot addict. She currently lives in Shanghai, China and loves to drink wine and ride bike (preferably on a sunny day and in that order). She has been published in River’s Meeting Project, ASPZ, Alluvium, and Visions. She has found a home with Shanghai’s Inkwell Poetry Workshop and is a better human for having found this group.
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