what this waking up feels like

heavy eyelids creased in half

hazy dreams propped up

on elbows between crisp hotel sheets

whirling gurling abdominably

low-hanging fog, overhead

background music playing loudly

hair stand up

hair go down

they talk about a revolution in egypt

when i raised my head from a desk

buried between drawers stacks piles

papers letters cards

evidence flung, panties into wind

freedom — we prayed for it together

still but every moment passing

still but justice for our hearts.

 

 

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