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.
Seventeen 