“It’s Winter Now,” from Flowers Fall, CHRONOGRAM

Last night I stayed up late with some girlfriends, so I didn’t set the usual alarm. And when I awoke, T was long gone, Azalea was still asleep, and the house was silent. I was alone, in bed, and the sun was up. An uncommon set of circumstances, to say the least.

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