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The alarm cracks my sleep

like an egg. Downstairs, the dog

stretches and takes the leash

in her mouth. The sun is a remote

memory. I plant my feet

on the floor. The shower drains

into a bowl of cereal, and spring

winds blow my car down the street.

By the time I arrive at work, the sun

glares through my windshield.

I cannot remember the sky

becoming light.

 

 

 

Tracy Mishkin is a call center veteran with a PhD and an MFA student in Creative Writing at Butler University. Her chapbook, I Almost Didn’t Make it to McDonald’s, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2014. Her work has appeared in Rat’s Ass Review, Little Patuxent Review, and Postcard Poems and Prose.
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