when i roll out of bed,
i stand and warm blood rushes to my head.i can't tell if it's lightheadedness,
or withdrawal from being without your touch in the morning.the fuzzy black blurs my vision for a second,
but washes away quicker than it came.
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BODIES IN OASIS
Poetryyou've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018