Aftermath
a robin chirping near the window
serves up a delicious bit of melancholy
on the living room floor an air mattress
quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve
this place, this home, this abode the result
of a thirty year 'bout with the devil
an old card table with battered folding chair
the most unlikely place for a throne
a hot cup of Joe laced with Bailey’s Irish Crème
scrambled muse on the side for breakfast
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