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Moment to Moment
Dec 18, 2020
In the morning, I taste a strange unease
on bed breath. The white, warm blankets
can’t block the sound of songs
and sunshine that fills the glasses full.
All of it is one phone call, one X-ray,
one blood test, one crosswalk, one bolt
of lightning or phantom pain in my
testicle away from a great equilibrium.
Close friends know that I refuse to stir
the cream I pour in my coffee, relying
on the second law to manipulate me
each morning. It has its way with all
of us. It takes our sleep, rips our skin,
and burns our mouth when we least expect it.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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