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6:37PM

POEM

🎵Aura suggestion: “Think…” by Mi Ka

My bed’s not made, as it often isn’t.
As you read this,
silky gray sheets lay scrumpled, exposed
by fleece blankets
jumbled up
and tossed to the side—even though
I had plenty of time this morning
to leave them fixed and arranged, looking nothing
less than elegant and neat. There’s
a wrinkled…