[…] Punch in, punch out; as the weary depart; you are alert on the headset; she is shifting packages among conveyors, up, down, across slides the latte. Clinkety clink go the coins and rustle of crumpled ones, out of pockets and into tip jars. Brake, stop, go, the drive thru, the sausage biscuits. The scrubs and IVs and X-Rays […]
Tag: mornings
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We wake in the morning, or at noon, or the witching hour, rising, sick, or sleepy, or hurried. We make our preparations and take our medications, black coffee, nicotine, whiskey rocks, what have you, running and walking dogs, herding children and scooping after cats. There is no tomorrow, only this synthetic ‘morning’, whatever hour it […]
Lost in Mist 