Underbelly

rotisserie chicken

I reclaim my joy every morning.

Every morning wake, head on dread time,
space fitted for exactly what
I am here right now.

Tears flooding my eyes,
shower on, I put it all on layaway:
those forever nights
rotisserie chicken

What I'm afraid to face when awake,
I experience in my dreams,
nightmares with shreds of truth.

I was there again last night. I reclaim my joy every fucking morning.

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