
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