8.13.2011

Saturday morning

Fresh coffee, imitation radio, flock of sparrows in the back lot, goosebumps, waiting, whole grain English muffins with cheese. Feet in foreground, self in background, sprawled out like this on the couch. We'll trade it for the squashy tan one later, and I'll keep drifting off to sleep on your lap.

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