LAST WEEK
Monday
The sentences had a mind of their own.
Not good enough.
I nodded like I knew what that meant.
Tuesday
I rearranged the words like furniture —
My place is so small.
How can you live like that?
Wednesday
He grew up so fast.
Don’t say such things.
I folded the paper in half,
to give the words some weight.
Thursday
Same chair,
same desk,
same lamp
Different paper.
I think it’s almost over.
Friday
The balloon pop went off so loudly,
I swear my feet rose from the ground.
We called it a celebration.
You called it a play on words.
Saturday
It’s too quiet.
Why are you so loud?
I wonder what he’s thinking
Standing all alone in the corner
Sunday
I stared at the sky like it owed me an answer
But I’d already forgotten the question.
How much can things really change
in one week?