Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A Small Something

Morning in Kenya

Here, I sit, registering a movement just barely; consciousness impaired, lagging, as if being dragged through water. My jaw tilts upwards to acknowledge the voice of someone drawing nearer. A morning greeting. I feel my lips hook on either corner and pull upwards slowly into a smile, the muscles working to oppose the thickness of morning fatigue.

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