several times a week there are new mornings
mornings that seem as good as any other
if they don't quite reach a meter's height
some educational cubes for children under one
coffee no longer fits in
tobacco no longer leaves the mouth and
our love sits close between us like a cow
shedding its hair
mara walks here
walks all sorts of small bodies
for whom the air is just a toy
to push quickly-quickly in the nose
these are new mornings
powdered milk rolls all over the length of them
a chicco sun ticks endlessy over their width
these are new mornings
a meter above them
our large bodies float already belly-up
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