Every regular day is a blessing.
Thank you, universe, that I am not
kneeling over a toilet bowl vomiting.
Such violence, over for now, all surfaces
Cloroxed. I am free, for awhile, to sip
fizzy water and stroll the sidewalks
of the living. The daffodils are almost
blooming—what a paradise, what bliss.
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