poem
date: 2013-06-27 time: 16:35:57
some numbers are prettier than others
neater and cleaner and safer
there isn't always a reason
for example
i can't explain why monday is yellow
tuesday blue wednesday green thursday purple
friday and saturday red
sunday yellow like monday
like butter
like the forsythia bush your mother tends to
like the summer dress you didn't buy last week
because it made you cry at the mirror
and like the sunlight through the window
you stare up at the glass entranced
lying on your kitchen floor in a blessedly empty house
friday's hue striping your left wrist and right thigh
you're thinking that today would be a nice day to die.
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