Morning is more like night and I am asleep

Morning is more like night and I am asleep
like a fireball sleeps nestled in a day-shaped weed,
asking you, Call me on the phone, wake me up.

I took my soul for a walk last night. If you ask her why
she misses you, she points her body toward the ceiling,
hangs there all morning, weeps

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