each morning
I awaken inside
two narratives
one—
coffee’s dark perfume;
bacon hissing in the pan;
eggs sliding
sunny side up;
my wife’s smile
spilling across the table—
all of it,
home
the other—
unseen,
a cold pressure
behind the eyes:
the black
unbreathable
weight
of the nothing
that is
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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