broken day


day breaks
and i am so over
you and all of the
morning dove fuckery
you bring,
i do not even care
when i wake from
a dream of you
in which we are
together looking at a map,
as though it could show us
luminous trajectory.
i wake from a dream of you
and do not even try
to go
back
to sleep.

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