One more new day
A spot returned to an otherwise muted sun.
“I’ll not be waylaid”, she said, panting warily
in her suffusing bathtub of light, coughed up
and thick, like an overworked calendar.
“There’s much to lose on these days
of quarantined madness.”
So, without another word, she sighed
and winked, baring her breasts to
suckle one more new day.
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