7:30 AM
A hole is punched in the dark envelope of the room
And NPR pours in
You would think that would be soothing
The dog hears us, muttering ,rumbling, shifting under blankets
She cries
We both pretend to be asleep, hoping the other will take her out
Friday, September 11, 2009
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