I want to
write about a day
A day I
haven’t yet had
I will
guess at a future
Create
something ahead of time
I know
what is scheduled to happen
It is a
semi-holiday this year
I will be
asleep on my right side
With my
hand tucked into my shirt
It keeps it from flopping down
Getting that extra-numb
feeling
I will be
half asleep only hearing
My eyes
wanting to keep closed
Fighting
against shards of light
Passing
through the gaping holes
In the
intermittently broken venetian blinds
Bought for three dollars
Worth something far less
I will
have one eye open
Roaming
around the empty room
Searching
for signs of other life
My
olfactory senses will be more alert
Tell me of
something cooking
A hint of
spice and warm fried air
The
droning a/c unit in the window
Blocks the
sounds of the house
Lulls me
in and out of consciousness
Sings
lullabies in a scratchy language
Monotone
and hypnotic
When this
morning comes it will be Sunday
When we
will rise and be lazy
Watch
Sunday Morning on the T.V.
Hope for a
piece by Mo Rocca
Feel cultured because we really understand
Shower and
shave and dress for church
This
Sunday I will watch T.V. in bed
For a
little while
Eat my
breakfast with a smile
Be waited
on by my children
Taken care
of by my wife
Look
forward to pie at church
Relish
the taco salad and ginger ale
Thankful I
am not enjoying it alone
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