of what first day
of what first hour
a frigid dawn
with northern winds
ice blue sky
how one day slips
into the next
I have no knowledge
time
escaped me long ago
I wake and groan
like rusting hinges
crawl from bed
to bath
my body
barely erect
this year
I think
I will live
impeccably
like every other year
only this time
a little better
failing
a little
like time
like days
like years
