will I be here Tuesday? seems probable.
will I be here Wednesday? let you know when I wake.
and Thursday, how about then? remind me about
about dusting the shelves & books.
Friday, how many fingers am I holding up?
raise your hand to answer me. that will do.
Sunday truth says, most answers are question marks.
Monday. Monday’s a whole new week.
new weeks are hard to read.
am I still sitting here?
where’s your finger on the page? told ya. see?
told you this part matters to me. like water does.
I keep seeing water in front of me.
- I am not the center of the universe.
not even the solitary heart of me alone.
and look. a black cat in the garden.
good fortune, says my book.
I blink slowly to set her at ease. you see?