Heavy smoke makes my weary eyes blurry.
Cottonballs stuck in my damaged ear canals
Prevent me from hearing.
Globs of beach sand and yesterday's gravel
Wrestling each other in my dry mouth,
Eliminating the dire ability to speak clearly,
While the stuttering girl with the sea shell eyes
Rolls over and snores.
It must be Saturday morning in Tulsa.
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