Homesick For Tuesday Poem by L. K. Thayer

I hate when the sky kisses me
I'm not ready for it.
I'm not Sunday school
Or trailer trash,
I dare you to love me.

Forgive my petty footprints
On the rinse cycle.
My sword will cradle you.
Chivalry is not dead.

Shout from the attic
'I hit bottom long ago! '
And watch the army wilt.

My eyes are strapped
With molasses, covering my
Pancake make-up
Needing butter for my transition.

The smell of Mary Magdalene
At midnight
Shedding roses on gravestones
Makes me homesick
For Tuesday.