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Tonight's Poet Corner: Six Minutes

Six Minutes by Belinda Roddie Six minutes before I'm supposed to sleep, and six minutes before I'm supposed to dream. I know in the end what I see with my eyes closed will be intangible once they open again, and I will not remember a thing. The bed holds me up like a mother's back, and I'm carried into a new world. Six minutes before I'm supposed to let my body relax, so I can stretch and grow a little taller, so I can pop my bones back into place, like tools into their appropriate slats and shelves. The only thing I cannot calm down is the raging yarn ball of nerves knotted up where I cannot touch it, where I cannot see it, where I cannot make it stop.

Today's OneWord: Leftover

We still had leftover turkey from Thanksgiving, so we got out the bread and starting slathering the slices with mustard and mayo. As I reached for the cheese, however, I heard a deep, almost slobbery breathing beside me. I looked down, and lo and behold, there was Jowls the bulldog, trying to jump up to the counter where the turkey waited to be sliced.