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NaPoWriMo 16

Some days a day passes
if you’re lucky
and it takes on an air

of familiarity
which is to say nothing
feels in its own place

the time is out
of joint and bones
rattle in their cages

singing if not for
notes reflexively
revolving around the room

becomes the window
outside of the moon
how many have there been

while you’re still in a chair
connected to a wire
vibrating the world outside

some days and not
too soon you can’t
count if you’re lucky

you’re still alive
and not waiting for the time
when you remember

the days starting over again

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher