Lori wakes her bones vibrating
thus moving her muscles.
The house remains its normal quiet
for the early hour.
It empties itself of cohabitating animals
except for two trout in the bathtub.
Lori sees by the sunrise it is June
through the window and in the mirror.
She swings her legs out of bed
as she twitches up
from the tug of strings
hung from crossed rafters
of a house wishing to maneuver
its occupants.
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