BESS KEMP
Fallen

you were monday
morning in bed
wrapped like
fish from the corner
market leaving
a slight stain

you were tuesday
moving through the crowd
to catch the tube
crowded in like
canned asparagus

you were wednesday
in the flush of love
after the night
blew out the sun
waking to find your arms
wrapped around her
torso

you were thursday
night dinner too, lies by
candlelight leaving your crumbs
across the checkered
tablecloth

you were friday
alone in your flat
not returning calls
empty bottles lining
the formica

then you were saturday
spinning out of
control
burned at both ends
ashes ashes...

you were sunday
once
and now you are
simply lost days