Monday. Oof.
The Poem This Morning
The poem is bitter about hormones
The poem prefers to downward dog
The poem exhales a deep-belly sigh
The poem has to pee
The poem cracks its spine in a gentle twist
The poem backs away
The poem tip-toes to bed
The poem poems without me
VANESSA SHIELDS 
Yes . Let’s all go back to bed with the poem. ❤️
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