UNTITLED

grant me eternal Sundays
or all the Fridays you can find–
because I can never breathe right
on a Wednesday.
Tuesday leaves me
perpetually lonely
and a regular Thursday
never seems to end.
and I could use a new beginning
or close the door
on all of the sadness I’ve seen
and hearts torn away
with calendar pages.
it’s always a middle weekday night
that everything decides to collapse,
fall stationary
to linger–
and move neither backwards at simple
or towards something more beautiful.
It seems I only fade away
with the seconds I look forward to passing–
or maybe it’s just my last piece of you
I’m watching descend
upon the horizon,
and bring forth the starless night,
while staring at the sun
in waiting for it to follow.

- Cara Kulwicki