July 2

TUESDAY 2

The cheer from the
cricket resonates all the
way up Reddings Road.

WEDNESDAY 3

The cameo ring I
reassembled falls apart.
I glue it again.

THURSDAY 4

A mycorrhiza
of birthday wishes scrolls through
my timeline all day.

FRIDAY 5

I’ve almost written
about the sour milk privet
flowers twice before.

SATURDAY 6

An ambulance, lights
flashing in the dusk, to the
side of the canal.

SUNDAY 7

Under the corner
of the settee, the cat sleeps
through the afternoon.

MONDAY 8

A chandelier of
red and purple fuchsias drop,
waxy, to the ground.