it's early.
the morning dew is still caressing the grass.
sunlight beaming like a spotlight as it
gently peels through the windows.
my body lay static.
dark purple bedding intermingled with legs.
pillows scattered haphazardly
collecting dust on the carpet floor.
i do not want to leave.
i do not want to see the world today.
i do not want to join the crowd
of other forlorn workers, alienated,
while still so close in space.
i only want to lay here sunbathing
in the hopeful morning light.
but the shallow promise of tomorrow
coaxes me to get up and join the fight.
the martyrs of prior insurrections
beckon for my weary body to rise.
they say we have to struggle for revolution
even with the knowledge
that it will not happen overnight.
-liz
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