Tuesday Morning

Upon touching my face, the rosy fingertips of dawn
welcomed me awake by gently cradling my cheeks.
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Light shone, a dim glow through burgundy curtains.
Eucalyptus & exhaust waft, intoxicating. Toxic.
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Midday shower, noon on the dot.
Clean up, set off; find a calm introspection spot.
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Ethan makes a white mocha shake.
I setup & read my horoscope for the day:
     "You've been somewhat restless recently -- and when you get this way, you need to find ways to liven things up fast. Rather than firing up some new drama, it occurs to you that a change of venue could also get the job done -- without the fireworks! Don't let anyone tell you that you're just trying to bypass the real issues. You're not running away -- you're instead trying to rejuvenate yourself. This is something your intuitive side is screaming at you! You have reached a finish line today-- but don't rest too long on your laurels. Are you an artist -- or do you just want to try your hand at something new? Today is perfect for exploring your creative side in earnest, even if you haven't sketched a face in years."
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I can't stop jack-hammering  my leg.
My thoughts race from one unresolved issue
to the next, and on, to the next, and on,
to the life I've begun to build here...
Without anyone from my last camp.
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Excommunication. Dramatic retaliation.
Phone lines echo with silence.
Independence replaces reliance;
conversations exchanged with those
who were once true
& kind
& also searching
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I'm 24.
I should have started my life sooner.
Better late than never.




c.marie