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On Waking

You wake and know that you stayed up all night waiting for phone calls.

You wake and you remember that you dreamt you are a phone call.

You wake and you ring off the hook.

You wake and you believe you are a dog.

You wake and you believe you are Laika in Sputnik flying towards oblivion.

You wake and you cannot breathe.

You wake and you remember a line from a poem you haven’t written.

You wake and you forget the line from the poem you haven’t written.

You wake and you write ‘Write the poem you haven’t written with the line you can no longer remember’.

You wake and someone points at the light, the birds and a nose.

You wake and half the bed is empty.

You wake and there is yoghurt all over your words.

You wake and there is yoghurt all over the phone.

You wake and you remember a lonely runner.

You wake and you remember how you couldn’t sleep.

You wake and you can’t remember how you finally slept.

You wake and there is a man sat on the yard wall.

You wake and you mistake a cat sat on the yard wall for a man sat on the yard wall.

You wake and you imagine it is Richard Gere or the Mothman or Richard Gere’s voice sat on the yard wall.

You wake and you stare for a long time at the yard wall to forget anyone/anything was ever sat there.

You wake and someone has opened the front door.

You wake and the morning is coming in through the open front door.

You wake and the morning is greyer than yesterday ever was.

You wake and you remember the story you wrote about mist.

You wake and you wonder if this mist, this one coming in through the open door, is the same mist.

You wake and you hope you haven’t written that mist into being.

You wake and you close the door.

You wake and someone covers the carpet with yoghurt.

You wake and you remember that tiredness never left you.

You wake and the phone finally rings.

You wake and you miss the call.

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About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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