The jagged sculpture you have made of me
comes by chipping away
bit by bit
with each slight rejection --
            I
              can
                    never                                can I?
                             be smooth again,

.          .          .          It is all I ever recall
                            the flash of a face
                     a turn of the dial
             a road
     a dog
  a dead uncle
a birthday cake iced in blue
the last sentence of a conversation
   the last few moments of my dreams
     then
        upon
             waking . . .
                   they fade into my pillow
                           even when I try
                                    to grab
                                              them
                                                         back           .           .           .

Divide
then
Concur . . .
           of that
           I'm sure

Marie called
and
I lost my thoughts --

They were good thoughts too
But, I still love Marie

Why are you on top
of the list inside my day?
Get out of my brain.

I need to check my pockets
I've lost another day

embarrassing
what happened to Tuesday?

my garbage cans
missed the bus again

they are like orphans at the curb
unemptied and humiliated

Wednesday, you're tricky
you always sneak up on me

you pretend that you are Tuesday
by seeming unremarkable

maybe the neighbors will think
I'm out of town so the cans were left out

no, that won't work
the lids are yawning full to overflowing

maybe the neighbors will think
I'm just very early for next Tuesday

who am I kidding?
oh, yeah . . . me

it's you, Wednesday
you're just sneaky