July: About Last Monday

This is the first page of my dictionary,

the very first word is your name, it is the only word.

This is the kitchen I dance and  make tea in,

while I text you each morning. The sun reaches in-

through the window, I dance with her.

It makes me feel as if I were making you laugh.

Darkness is gone, in every corner there's a sun

The light fills the room, I could stay here forever.

It is 6:20 am on a Monday, I have never been better.

This is what I write when I am happy.

These are the ashes of my dictionary,

the only word in it ran away, so I burned it,

This is the room I sit in trying to say something-

less miserable than the thoughts in my head.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring the room down,

I know we are here to have fun, but I feel like death.

The light is escaping through the crack in the ceiling.

He doesn’t want to be here, and neither do I.

It is 12:40 pm on a Monday, I have never been worse.

This is what I write when I am sad.