7:23 a.m.
Since September, every 7:23 a.m. has been the same. First, the dull sound of an engine, then the headlights piercing the dark. The bus slows, then stops. The doors open in front of me
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sleeps and writes and eats, and
D, vitamin variety, for sun loss come
winter, an anemic's pick—quick fix-it
before British oat milk ordered overseas
which drains her calcium, causing
supplements, bulk silicon packs in
boxes back to back, add powdered protein
to grow on, then wash down with yoga
night and morning, Yoplait breakfast
hold the rest for after tea; a toast to
nourish organicity in search of
glorious longevity