by Marie Howe (2011)
Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
no what-have-I-to-do today list
maybe half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.
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