(heart)

I have a Monday
heart.
Listening to morning
jazz,
& ordering my recent
wounds
like socks alphabetized
by color.
Thinking how you never
can tell
when things are
going to cycle back
through your life,
things you thought
you’d finished
or given up,
suddenly sounding
a high note
that makes you
wonder
how you’ll
make it through
the week.

3/20/00