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Pif Magazine
ISSN: 1094-2726

Published by:
Pif, LLC
PMB 248
4820 Yelm Hwy SE
Suite B
Lacey, WA 98503-4903

PAST POETRY	MORE POETRY

It would happen, every so often. Fear would skitter a piece of chalk across a blackboard in her mind, jarring her from sleep, then having seized her attention, would print a long list of awful eventualities. Curiously, this morning, it was a string of cliches that appeared, TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, DON'T CRY OVER SPILLED MILK, WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.... She got up, dumped three scoops of Kona blend into Mr. Coffee, while the daffy orators kept on spouting more run-on adages: CELEBRATE THE MOMENTS OF YOUR LIFE ON A MORNING THAT'S BROKEN LIKE THE FIRST MORNIING RISE TO THE OCCASION DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF IT'S ALL SMALL STUFF.... She filled her cup,told them to hush, and in the dark living room heard her neighbor's hacking cough, the click of the wall clock, the moan of a freight train. Then came a tsunami of sadness, great swells of ragged weeping, sweeping all the stale words away, leaving grief, too new, too fresh for speech.

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Sarah Quigley