Some Mornings
- Nolcha Fox
- Apr 17, 2024
- 1 min read
Before my feet find fuzzy slippers,
before my body leaves the bed,
before my eyelids flutter open,
I feel lost, unbelonged,
a flotsam jetsamed, a discard,
a moment hurtling
toward extinction
before time notices
I’m gone.
published in Prolific Pulse
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