Sawdust

The morning jumps, skips and kick starts
my panicked heart
with a low key moan restoring
resinous flow to numb extremities
and I struggle, heavy eggshell head
dropping in and out of reception
aware of my own painful deception,
morning aftertaste rasping like a lathe on lumber
breaths caught between
one another.

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