Because Acceptance is beautiful, and Heaven is overrated. The poetry and musings of Erin Monahan
Sunday, March 27, 2005
On Waking
On Waking
Saturday's first Marlboro smolders in the ashtray like Friday night's dream, hot and hazy. The night has not yet been brushed from my teeth or the corners of my eyes -- I smile, and feel properly unclean.
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