What if I'd been different yesterday?
Intoxicated with a notion that everything I do is me
An epiphany that came in the time I gain
from being awake in bed too long
Because I could fly to Idaho,
and tell you I wanted to go for a walk in the country
I could be back today
sitting here, at the table
reading every article in the paper with coffee
while you open another box of English muffins
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