Morning flower my motivation remainscurled up in bedthe sleep fog didn’tdissipate in the showerI’m holding this pen weird‘cause my fingersaren’t fully awake words are weaklike water-heavy teanearly tastelessbut the heat –the heat gives comfort& remedy to trust thatI will open soon enough feel the day vibrate my toes& dance like a morning flowerin love with… Continue reading Poem 208 – Morning Flower