mornings

[johannat]

Why does it hurt so much? Or better – why does it linger,
Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting.
I wake up, slowly,
slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day.
and it’s not just my shoulders
that feel discomfort
because the aircon has been turned too low
and there’s no hiding from it in my small room.
I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled
Diagonally. Because I’m Russian and I like to expropriate
all the spaces
that had once been yours.

I think your use of language is paradoxical. L2, "Fermenting between the folds of my conciousness, resurrecting" is a real thinker. I find it poetic. And then a few lines down, you abbreviate "air conditioning". It's kind of bizarre. I didn't find it bad by any means, I just thought the flow was..off. Rework it, it has potential!