rushing from sleep to consciousness,
a desk cluttered with pens and papers,
she cradles elusive memories
of ponderous warmth and dimension.
then without warning, her body is jolted,
forcing her arms to fly open,
breaking the fall from sleep to awake-ness
only to find…she lost the poem again!
Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column appears regularly in Oddball Magazine.