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the world was gray and cold when i rolled out of bed,

the first frost of the season just barely

kissing the ground. i tied the morning 

into shoelace knots and hugged forgiveness to my chest.

i know all the words, of course. who doesn't? we are practically

brainwashed into our knowing, having to stand and face the flag

(when did you learn that it was hand over heart &

you are.

and: you don't have to be. 

let yourself exist.

sleep in late.

make your favorite foods.

hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.

you are marvelous.