Love Poem for Wednesday
You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity. You’re the day we ran out of tomatoes 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. Can you hit the high C in our anthem? Can you bench pre
