Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty-three
April 2017
 
Like Today
Bruce McRae

Some days are longer than others.
They have more red in them.
More accidents. More haircuts.

Some days lie outside of night.
A drove of sheep grace their high country.
You can’t get in or out of bed.

Like today, which is six yards long
and four minutes high and without favour.
The rent is due and the end is nigh.
That church in your mind is burning down
and you come running with your bucket of water.

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