Moleskine

In the small of her back lay a

Thin black notebook.

The pages were wrinkled from

The sweat of everyday life.

Carefully, she slid the book

From the waistband of her worn jeans.

The first page peeled from the leather cover

And revealed the scrawls that danced

Through the binding and over the corners.

As she read the year’s worth of words,

She microwaved her memories.

A gentle minute and a half of sorrow.

Thirty seconds of pain.

Twenty seconds of anger.

And a lifetime of happiness.

The back cover floated shut

And weighted the past year down.

She pulled out a new black notebook

And documented the first day of

Her future.