I Awoke From a Dream, But I Don’t Know For Sure

it could’ve been anything
that woke me up at 4:07
on a Saturday morning
what with the stuffed &
runny nose & the labored
breath, but i still don’t know
what the point of it all is as
i sit up in bed, back warm
against pillow propped
for just this very use
and the winter wind
outside spins in noisy
circles, and the clock in
my head says don’t-go-back-
to-sleep, and my fingers
itch to tell some small
story, so this is it: a
brief unassuming
snapshot of a lonely
morning, minus the sad
discomfort. i reach across
the lamplight to grab at tissues
and then use one to plug my
left nostril.


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