keep the shutters closed so
I can sleep in past sunrise yet
black birds move outside windows
sing, sing, sing
the ceiling fan stirs a lazy breeze
that blows across the chaos of covers
the pile of pillows flung about the floor
I have left the desk lamp on
the Tiffany shade is stunning
I am certain it means something
the placement of the wrought iron
bird beside the bottle of
"curvascious" red nail polish
however,
words and their meanings, escape me.
ksaint
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