To Wednesday with Love by Fatima Hirsi

To Wednesday, with Love

FatimaHirsi

At some point driving home from work I lost a piece of myself.

I’m not sure if it happened when I stopped for gas or

if it was when I passed the dancing man who asked for gold.

It may have been at the intersection of Collins and Abram Road,

when the rainbow stepped out of my van,

walked across the street, and stood on the corner

with the intent of being sold to the darkest cloud

who could offer the most rain.

I didn’t stay to see who stopped-

the me that remained wanted nothing more than

to beat the train and be naked at home with hot tea,

entertained to sleep by the colloquy

between a boisterous AC, a soft-spoken sink, and

a neighbor’s TV joining in through the wall.

Now, it’s nearly midnight, and the misanthrope inside

has successfully missed six calls and still not replied

to the guy who wants more than exists to be given

to him

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Bio: I come from the water. After much travel I've found myself in Texas for quite an extended visit. I'm an anthropology student who works in a used bookstore and breathes words. I write before bed. And in the shower.And while I drive.