Day

has twenty-four hours.
Break it into thirds, fourths for
a moment of clarity.
A form of connection, overzealous

but eager to learn.
The proximity is square and miles away.
Alienation is thicker than the plush
blue carpet with hieroglyphics hard to discern.

Colder than the discombobulated swirls of plaster
stuck on the basement walls.
They’re like swells of the ocean,
they rise and then fall.

Caught on the rhetoric, embellished this time
with triple distilled alcohol, sweetened with cream.
The body, the host is now passive.
She shall acquiesce to the mentors she set up high.

For the terror not, is to get burned.
Nobody changes without a reason.
Give her a reason.
Herself -

Tomorrow she’ll join the others like her/unlike her.
Honoring someone who wrote and died.
Immortal in his words.
If only -
there she said it.
Sprayed it like air freshener.