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Forty-Eight Beats Per Minute

pick me up

I woke up two hours before my alarm.  The TV was still on, but barely audible, and it wasn’t the thing that woke me.  There was a dream.  There is always a dream. 

I had three messages on my phone from three different people, still accustomed to my old hours.  I’m not up all night anymore.  I’m just as likely now to fall asleep watching a movie before I know I’m even sleepy, and be up before the sunrise, before my brain knows what time it really is.

The only thing that is the same in my very different life is the coffee.  Except now, that first cup, and the time it takes to consume it, is as sacred as the silence that surrounds me as I drink.  Now, the only sounds that keep company with me are the clock on the wall behind my head, my nearly silent breathing, and, if I’m truly still, the slow beating of my heart.         

 

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Nine Years

9

The last thing I wanted to do

was write the same book,

all over again,

only just a little bit better. 

In the nine years since I,

unintentionally,

began my first book,

one page here,

another page there,

I’d hoped I would change,

maybe,

God always willing,

for the better.

 

Change!

 

Nine years’ worth of words,

compressed into just over a hundred pages. 

Some I didn’t even want to read again,

except for the insistence of an editor

who would scowl if I said no. 

 

Change!

 

Nine years’ worth of shredded hearts,

and tears that were not cried. 

Of alcohol related indecision,

and bad decisions made in haste. 

 

Change,

dammit!

 

Nine years’ worth of growing up

at an age when most just grow old. 

And now,

going on my tenth year since the beginning,

with a second book just months away

from crawling its way down

the publishing birth canal,

I am at a place

where all I see in my words

is the same words,

arranged differently. 

 

Change,

dammit,

change!

 

Nine years’ worth of hope,

recycled,

reprinted,

regurgitated upon page after page,

still looking like they always did. 

They are all I know, 

And they are mine.

 

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