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the puppy licking your face
is the same one
biting your ankles
the morning forecast was for sunshine
but the rain is cold
apparently on purpose

no doubt
god has abandoned you
you wake up
hungover every morning

you’re terrified of dreaming
it’s uncomfortable
being happy
if you ruled the country
the first thing you would do
is lock all the doors
and switch the cell to vibrate

during self-pity periods
you wonder
how seven years are murdered all the time
what’s taking you so long?

you’re so fucking alone
your own shadow excites you
you leave messages
on your own voice mail
hello, you’re alive, hang in there

some mornings you’re grateful
you sold your 9mm

some mornings you crave its weight
its beauty
its single purpose

© Derek Richards, 2010

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