8483A Poem by eenaevery morning without fail, without cordiality, 6:12 will catch me groggy and a little perplexed at the soft silver light that only happens that early and in that state of mind;
that state of mind when everything, absolutely everything is so vast and so simple.
tell myself of time and dates, of september 26th of october 7th and february something or other (I'm not sure if that matters), and wonder if $1300 is really too much for a dress. because, I mean, I am getting married after all.
really, that is how to cope with numbers when you are actually trying to sleep; you cover it with a lot of stupid tulle and lace and intricate beading and insist all will be well taken care of.
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