Upside down 

H.M. Nolan

There’s an up side

to this down, perhaps

I twist my head around

so my chin is to the sky

my crown to the ground

I still seek your words sometimes

before breakfast

Just to torture myself

because why not?

And I lament to myself

over my cold coffee

Will I never know you again?

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