one week

one week

monday:

his eyes always followed women
it wasn't lust, or body envy
but, rather the love of movement
and of the stillness within

tuesday:

he remembered when he met her
it was in hollywood, at a deli
she was ordering pastrami on rye
he ordered corn beef on a kaiser
she was drinking coffee, while
he had ice tea with lemon, sour lemon

wednesday:

his story began with a statement
"I lie" it was an autobiography

thursday:

at first he only dreamed of her on weekends
they were dada dreams starring parts of her
after she left him she appeared almost nightly
she was always naked and wreathed in snow


friday:

this was the day he ate fish
since a child, he had eaten fish on friday
he saw no reason to change
but now that the cod were gone, he wondered


saturday:

the traffic on main was leaden
pedestrians wove slowly through the cars
people chatted window to window
waiting for the light to change
he stood and drank his coffee
pigeons sat on his shoulders, pecked his eyes

sunday:

this was the day he worshiped god
his one eye aimed at heaven
one hand holding a dream
he waited for the moment
when god would arrive