Surely
Claire Scott
surely
a rounding error
a sleep deprived technician with a six week old son
a myopic doctor who has misplaced his Armani glasses
surely its someone elses report
perhaps a Mrs. Stanley (poor Mrs. Stanley
I hope she is at least ninety)
not mine, not me at only fifty-two
surely no angel paid minimum wage to watch over me
ready to tap my shoulder as the last few grains
trickle through the glass’s narrow neck
a cold shudder shimmies my spine
surely not
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