morning balance

She
Carried
him
with her

like a
Too full
aging
cup
of coffee.

“I must
be careful
with
this one”

she thought,

or else
he’ll
allow

all
his contents

to
spill over
his edges

onto
the floor;

cold and
undrinkable,

just as
he’d
like it.

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I am bird, these are my words.

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