Moment to Moment

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.

Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com

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Trapper Markelz

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Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com

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