Continuity

The morning ritual:
The misty, unsteady world.
The battle against gravity.
The happy pill.
The rippling
undulating
floor.
The failed attempt at breakfast;
The nausea of low blood sugar.
The silent prayer
that the lorries will see me coming.
The scream of brakes
and muttered curses;
they don’t.

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