This morning,
I woke up rather late
And stepped in a big pile of Monday
Before I even rolled out of bed.
You made me almost -waffles
In the form of frosted flakes.
And a thick, black coffee that
Smelled like Morocco and
Tasted like my life in Sicily.
I love how,
Even when I am trapped
In the tangled box
Of my own anxieties,
You still manage
To move my world along.
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