It was 3:30 in the morning when she woke me in her usual, horrifying way – with a sharp throb in my chest that sent me immediately upright in bed. Once awake the pain dissipated, while the sudden surge of adrenaline helped keep me from falling back asleep. It wasn’t the most comforting wake-up call – I’d much prefer soft lighting and gentle music – but she needed me awake and alert, so it accomplished the goal.
Two poems by rob mclennan
lake, serious
a ship to shore; constructed
out a tin man, last seen reading
an elementary curve
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