TUESDAY 5
Crunching past me
on the footpath a man says,
‘You couldn’t help it.’
WEDNESDAY 6
I’m called in by my
first name. Am I the only
Jacqueline they know?
THURSDAY 7
The fireworks start as
soon as the light fades. This has
gone on for so long.
FRIDAY 8
Out at three o’clock
the schoolkids catch their buses
just before dark falls.
SATURDAY 9
Tuning harpsichords
on the stage, he plucks until
the sounds become pure.
SUNDAY 10
The bream comes with its
eyes on. I almost scream and
have mine beheaded.
MONDAY 11
Two minutes silence.
No one close to know that
I have observed it.
Seventeen 