getting up

jar of hot water
warms my feet now
but it’s morning
that will be hard
each breath sharpened
by a whole night’s chill
enough to make me
want to burrow
deeply into
too many blankets
until i start to sweat

yes, we approach the
season during which
the call of a lovely
hot cup of coffee
is no longer quite enough
and instead i have to
smother myself
out of sleep

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