What is it about
today, not yet laid down flat,
going through its fretful fits
eating
defecating
dreaming of this
and that
not
one thing
listed on the to do list
taking the place of another
cleaning, driving
paying bills
opening and closing doors
lying through punctuation marks
boasting
begging-what makes it
interchangeable with any
other day
except
on this day,
(a year plus one half)
on this day
you were still alive.
