Sideways Forever

I fold my socks in alphabetic order. Tuesday sits between June and the

border. I drink my tea from a measuring cup. Count backwards,

forwards, then I give up. I save screenshots of my favorite

dry posts, hanging them up like Polaroid halos. I wear my watch on the

inside wrist so time can't see me when we pass. Sideways forever,

never in line. Left turn at normal, missed every sign. Sideways forever,

crooked but clear. If the world walks straight, I'll meet you right here.

Oh. I clap once when the kettle clicks. Tiny applause for