The red-eyed sunrise over chi-city,
Layover caffeine that hasn't quite landed,
Awkward hi's with a not-quite in-law,
And saying too much over garlicky green beans.
All the while, a grand old smile.
Teeth locked, but not my jaw.
My hair spun out, undone and messy,
but I'm not thinking about the frizz.
FREED VERSE 
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