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i woke up openmouthed with a burnt tongue. Snot suctions through my sinus with each swallow. i drank my tea too fast. there’s a crane in the distance.

Red and been there for days — weeks, even. I think it’s rotated, but i’m really not sure it’s ever moved. I marvel at construction amidst this grid. Cranes seem to build themselves in my slumber. Panes of glass levitate to 84th floors. For weeks, my eye lids draw close for the mischief.