aight

each awake easier
than the last, the windowsill
shows so little dust, that I
wipe it back to well, upon the
moment of the first lit iris

honest as iron, my blood pumps
almost right these days,
might as well touch toe-tips,
bend hips, tighten breath, eat
at least some real food, pay
at least some respect to all
the carbon cells explosions
and such, for showing up