Nervous

It's the emotion most willing to look in the mirror
and say, that's me, I am what I'm seeing
while increasing itself 
through the looking.

A shade of hangover follows the event,
played out on a piano,
curled on a couch next to
a sleeping dog, letting lie.

Because it's not truth you need,
it's a refreshment, a dictum of
not words, rather taste and color
and warmth, gently applied.

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