would be easy to say
that
the
day
was dead
and
that i sat there dead
like concrete
and
that
day is a naked and sober stale crust
dead
in
black water
but
instead
i listened and i heard
the
hum and cough of the fridge
and
the
whoosh of the pilot light
and
the
tiny splashes of the cat
drinking his water
all coming together
pretty
as
birdsong
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