Reach

Apr 1, 20221 min read

My daily bedtime doomscroll done

I roll and

reach

for my charging cord

way

down

there

the

floor

As my fingers fumble

through deep-pile carpet

I wonder if this time

I’ll find instead

some unknown hand

waiting for mine

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