cold sweat in the morning
pouring inches outside for the weatherman
Lids pried open:
shutters on the coffee shop windows,
body climbing out of sleep
up daylight’s ladder
After a fashion,
this mind
woke too
While I slept I had
built the acropolis up again
from ruin,
in honour of Victorious Athena
I told you this
and you kissed my hands.
Isla Jeffery
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