Poem Written During a Week Without
Hateful week,
the rainy frustration of you, nowhere to be found.
I’ve lost my watch,
the days squish like soggy ashes,
sitting still, unyielding to moon or stars.
. . .
Do you know I loved sitting on that wall next to you,
bushes scratching my bare shoulder like kitten claws?
Do you know I count each moment like a bead,
string them on the transparent floss
of laughter until I have length enough to wind up my arm?
. . .
No.
I never told you more than I like your tie.
Not a word of we belong.
. . .
But where are you and don’t you know
you should be here with me?
Because I have a light for you,
growing like a tigerlilly
out of the pulp of this gray week.