Clot

Awaiting pizza,
a clot of sunlight on the table

A stumble of language,
reminding me to breathe

I have been to the cafe,
now at home. The loudness

of some people. Foolish,
the imperative to post this

right now; it’s the impulse,
a performance

wanting expansion,
escape.

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