DaybreakShamus Smisor

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Daybreak Shamus Smisor

Did we die? A storm blew through last night. The flowers are broken, The porch is wrecked, There are no more cigarettes. Maybe Kansas can’t be my home, Maybe Oz was waiting in my heart, But that tornado seems to last forever. Seven months have passed. It’s cold out. It’s cold inside, too.

Winter whispers soft lies Across my chest. I was hoping for breeze and coffee Early in the morning When the sun hasn’t yet Peeked its face up to see me, Though I can see it, So now I’m out in the world But hiding from the day, Minutes away From bursting with sunlight. I hope I decide to stay outside, To feel the warmth come through In that sacred moment When the rays kiss the earth Good morning And truth comes pouring across the cold wind of winter, World breaking out in song, “We’re alive. We’re alive.”

10 Things I Hate About Soup Chris Wright

I hate that I only have soup as an excuse to eat bread.

I hate it that I should’ve gone and got a sandwich instead.

I hate the way that I can’t decide if what I am doing is eating or drinking.

I hate that soup always ends up staining my microwave’s ceiling.

I hate how soup burned her tongue on our first date.

I hate how you couldn’t comfort her and how you made me wait.

I hate cold days and the way your warmness makes me feel.

I hate it that it was you that was our last meal.

I hate the fact that you are no longer balanced on my lap in your bowl,

But mostly, I hate the fact that I don’t hate you,

not even French onion you, not even miso you, not any soup at all.