I Woke and Made Coffee

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I woke and made coffee

A poem by Ginger Cochran

 

One morning, I woke and made coffee.

And I thought, for the first time – what if I have been asleep my whole live and am waking for the very first time?

What if I were in a coma? What if I were dead?

The coffee is very warm.

I stop to concentrate on the taste – as if it were the first sip of my life.

I soak in every possible sound – the air vent, the fountain and the pencil against paper.

What if I am experiencing it all for the very first time?

will the next time be the last time?


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