Amaranthine by Jamie Avery

I have all but lost

my mind

& it's always Tuesday

& never the weekend

time has taken herself out

to dinner

the clocks

have all walked off the job

no more Hump Day

no more Monday Blues

no more Sunday brunch city

spilling Saturday night guts

The phone is always off

the hook

& it never stops ringing

& every day

feels like quit day

one nicotine-sick afternoon


into another sorry evening

before I can catch it

in my hands