Daily Chart

Sunday:

I sit on my favorite

weather rusted wrought iron chair

carefully positioned

on the balcony of my

3 story

*ancient if you ask me

apartment building

residing between

the 3rd and 1st floors

overlooking the French Avenue

Named Coeur Vide

rolling my cigarette

from crevice to crevice

between my grey fingers

as I sip my

locally roasted coffee.

Monday:

I do the same.

Tuesday:

My stomach is in knots

like the school yard rope

after a hectic

quarter of the hour.

Wednesday:

I do not exist

Thursday:

But she does.

Friday:

We are together.

Saturday:

Love found in Lust

or Lust found in Love

either way

I am alone

once more.