interrogate the moment

sure, you didn’t get enough sleep again. yes, it was nice that the hormone dose smoothed out the sleep you got, but I get it: still sleepy.

we know you’ve had your morning session of iPhone solitaire.

and here, back at the table with hot coffee:

there’s Jeremiah to transcribe | meditation to consign silence to | poetry to read

still: not just your fingers but your gut twitches:
i want more solitaire          want                 solitairrrre

REALLY. really?

oh, no. what is it really?

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