Love Poem for Wednesday

Fenný Kirei

You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity.

and used tiny packets of ketchup instead.

You are salt, no salt, too much salt, a hangover.

You hold the breath of an abandoned cave.

Sometimes you surprise me with your aurora borealis and I’ll pull over to watch you; I’ll wait in the dark shivering fields of you.

But mostly, not. My students don’t care for you

or your lessons from the life of a minor god.

You’re the day I realized I didn’t even like him,

Sometimes I think you and I should elope,

and leave this house of cards to shuffle itself.

You are love, no love, too much love, a cuckold.

You are the loneliest of the three bears, hoping

to come home and find someone in your bed.