shaking a day into and out of my pants leg,
i slip my foot through, one then the other.
thinking if i trip the bed will catch
me first, then the carpeted floor.

with that danger past, i head into the outside;
another day to reckon with, a day hiding itself
in the skirts of Tuesday, probably still Monday
in Sao Paulo, Brazil, Wednesday in Japan, already.

God is xing-off the days for me, i'm squimish;
i want to be kept ignorant of the answer.
i already know others will live on, prosper;
i humbly walk the stairs, hold to the bannister.

craning my neck i look to see friends, enemies,
anyone who may know me or whom i may know.
what to say? hadn't thought of that yet,
still have some days to make up my mind.

i'll spend those days wondering: Which mind?

09/30/2008

Posted on 09/30/2008
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