Tuesday

I choose the flawed apple,
Literally. Art Pepper explains
California. Cigarette smoke, drifting
Through the bathroom window, sanctified

By its illegality, unlocks

Belmont, the sun’s throne.

Tuesday permits the dissipation

Of love. Let the vibration—Adderall,

Pilsner Urquel—reinforce the memory,

Now sacredly vague, of fixing

Brad’s computer under his

Desk. And the vast affection

Of Friendship. Later,

Sam, not yet two, runs

Naked through the living room.

Our eyes—Scotch-laden—

Widen. The world, too.