Today
was not a slumber like yesterdays dream.
I cannot breathe this day.
I cannot breathe this year.
It is January in here
and the earth is still bitter under my feet.

to
         day
today is
today is not

I will stare at this calendar,
s h a k e n,
until January is constant
and tomorrow will never arise.

Yesterdays dreams do not ride the current
Boasting naive rationale
But this calendar,
it exhales a solemn whisper
"yesterday is still today,
tomorrow is not yet awoken,
not until you are sour,
not until you are sour"