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[xaara]

Life has been stifling of late. Long hours foaming milk for grande skim half-caf mint mochas, creating designs in the milk that only I will ever see. Long hours with a wet rag in my hands, disinfectant grating my skin until it roughens and cracks along the grooves of my fingerprints. Chaucer and Spenser, Danes and Geats, rhyme and meter and the way feet slog through my poetry on winter days. Slippery clouds and scotch warm in my stomach and the last mouthful of particulate in my cup of English Breakfast.

I think tomorrow I will rise before dawn and walk to the lake and whisper my wishes across the waves.