the translation of my body
becomes sodden today
in the darkly breathing
spaces
a wad of
wet blackly settling
napkins to wipe up
the spilt wine
cigarettes of the night
before
"good morning"
smiled
between lips used
into redundancy
and limbs lying
heavily
but tirelessly
tearing the recycled
wrapper
from a new day
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