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



slips



into another sorry evening


before I can catch it


in my hands