2003-08-04 - 9:57 a.m.
This morning muted dawn pastel colors were chased by the electric light, a necessary evil, back behind the dressers and under the bed. My baby sleeps bare-ass on her tummy and covers her eyes.
Monday with the whole world ahead, but only our small piece so as to make it manageable; coffee hot and sipped ritually, tea aromatic sweet and dry. Good books for good thoughts...and when the gold wash of the roundabout sun sprinkles the birth of another day, the pastels will poke their hearts around the corner of the dressers and roll their silent smooth texture out from under the bed-Where my baby sleeps bare-ass on her tummy.
I love you back.
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