Up at first light,
October cold,
cowering under
the bedclothes.
Get up to weigh myself
naked,
check my other stats
— blood pressure,
blood sugar —
I set them down
in my daily record
with a blue pen
and have a cup
of strong coffee,
milk, a little; no
sugar; then,
I sit.
Nothing has meaning
until I assign one to it.
Today?
Nothing.
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onward,
T
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