This morning I remember,
tiny birds outside my window
with enormous chirps
that rang in my head
throughout the night
or perhaps at sunrise
I really couldn’t say
and I was chosen
by a nocturnal house-fly
whose only orbit was my head
as it buzzed in my ear
my arms were sent swatting
and then at some point
in the midst of night
The Child crawls into bed
she starts in cuddling
and ends up kicking
and now my true desire
is to sleep all the day
o! how i yearn for coffee
that i had given up
and my husband
who somehow slept
through all the fun
graciously hands me a cup.
Cool! I noticed (by accident, not design) that it makes a kind of sense even when starting at a random line. Read that way, it’s very different and not just a part of the whole.