99: Subject to Change by Terence Winch

Let us shove the last 73 minutes down the garbage
disposal and vacuum up all traces of the past 17 years
and stuff them in a plastic bag and be done with them.
Let’s scrape our alternative versions of everything
we have learned since 1981 off the ground and flush
them all down the toilet. I’m worn out by my misdeeds.
My hands hurt, my fingers won’t curl anymore.
I’m in the emergency room at Holy Cross hoping
all is not lost. I have no one to pray to, just the vast
empty sky, the black hole inside the black hole
that swallows up everything whole. They make
me lie down on the blank slate. Dr. Baker is running
late. Then the nurse lifts the curse and Baker says
you’re a lucky man. It could have been worse.


The author’s work can be found in the volume, The Known Universe.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Are there sequences in your life you wish you could rewind and undo? Do you ever provide your own Dr. Baker perspective to your own life, seeing it half full, and realizing things could be far far worse?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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