tuesday too
it's the day i go home home to him
the sadistic bipolar alcoholic
who wakes me at 3am
to recite ecclesiastes
after a weekend away
we fall back into the routine
the picture is of
my dead husband
gone three years now
the day we kissed and
said i do
and i recall the third day
a terrible tuesday morning
when my best friend
killed off all of her fish
she woke to half of them gone
and the rest sick so
we flushed some
and froze others
after these deaths
i burned the belongings
the memories
the former bachelor's body
an arson of the year
two thousand and eight
if i had unlocked the door
if i had heard the final goodbye
if i never go back to read bible verses
to a boy drunk on beer and bacardi
if the fishes' fins didn't rot
time is taking the terror this tuesday
the wedding walks away
the suicide starts to saunter into
the sunset
the guppy gore is gone
the fire flees my free form thoughts
yesterday's query is answered
why?
because
pictures pause then pull away
guppies and great men die
bodies, buildings, and books burn
today i try
tomorrow i travel
two thousand and eleven miles
from my lover
my losses
and my life