Wednesdays Two Circles
I count my weeks by protracted Wednesdays:
For you, Miss Julie, are incomprehensibly kind,
Asking questions which you should not.
I am all agog
Because of the shoes you wear,
And I can say, like a pre-Socratic:
“The first element is two circles.”
A rock, a stone says nothing.
I would liken you to a low cloud,
But to liken you to anything would be ludicrous,
And I must buy coffee now,
This being Tuesday.
I would tremble and interrogate:
“I like you. Do you like me?”
I am in eighth grade, and it is 1967 once more.
The black, blank, bastard sun rises—mocking me, like me—
Then says, “Adonis, poor Adonis: Adonis of the angels.”























“These men did not expect to live, and now they are learning how to try and live again.”
This comment is by Adam McPhee on Kile Ozier’s post, “Good Grief”.