Day 5 - anna kiss

this life like a loop:
over and over
built upon building,
its constant and necessary upkeep
to protect all that is here from the fray
held between these fingertips
this subtle decaying of
flesh become dust
the falling of fuzz from
sweater to floor and its
movement to and fro
across carpet like continents
forth and back again
the skipping of records
the revolutions of minutes
the arch of my storyline
remains unattractive
in its commonness
in this compellingly normal
and unrepentant
domesticity

we carry each other like
lists across calendars,
uncoiling snakes of that yet to do
that not quite done
and the ticking off of
objectives is the only measurement we have
of the life lived,
well or no.