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Morning by Simon Ward
‘Are you back?’
My plum soft heart
a human shield,
its guilt–thin cord
so easily broken.
we die of symptoms,
waiting for the queue
to devolve from our voices.
I wake with the blinds half drawn
leaving yesterdays pillows
from the endless dreams
lost with new day drool
and picked resolute eye–crust.
Light levers at my eyelids
I can’t wake from
some fumbling around in the dark
before we die.