I drink green tea in the morning
tomorrow is already yesterday
I’ll never get that sliver of time back
each ticking moment is a heartbeat

What day is it
I blink and yesterday is tomorrow
there is an ache buried in between the seconds
the clock hands are hammers

How subtle the passage of time
as one breath bleeds into another
the thunderous smashing of moments
today is just an alternative to yesterday

I blink and another week rolls by
a gray fog like an early morning mist
thinking about the way the weeks blend together
I start the day with green tea