Moist heat licks my face,
Hidden by the darkness.
Morning is night and night is upon us.
I’ll have breakfast, then dinner, then sleep before lunch.
There’s food in the air, and sweat, and fumes.
It greets me, welcomes me, alienates me.
My shoes trace the new cobbled path.
It moves! No wait it’s only a snake.
I lay beneath the hum of the fan,
Next to a photo that’s stolen my heart.
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