Sunday, June 30, 2013

Prone

Cozied-
up against a shady 

maple's sturdy
trunk in Wicker

Park—I think
 I'm sunk—I think I'm 

dunked as Sunday
bread in nutty 

coffee—
drunk—I think 
I'll never
 
ever again get up.

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