Break in Routine – A Poem

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Running in place,

foot slams on the tread mill,

staring at your soft lilac wall paint,

waiting for the next stage in the pyramid,

the highest point, the apex of today’s cardio

routine but you won’t reach

that peak.

Heart attacks are so sudden

like a car

careening

into oncoming traffic.

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