Sunrise

Of course we will wake up tomorrow

The sun guillotines us every morning,
and in our fragility
we are prey to our own dismemberment—
broken necks falling, without a cause.

I am easy with my language today
Jacaranda doctors my beheading
Calls it what the night calls the sky,
Lonely in the hours
That have promised gentle intrusion

Look there he stands, at your doorstep,
The sun,
And you weren’t even afraid today

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