I
yesterday was not a good day
not the worst, just not
optimal yet still
my stillness was mine to own
alone no one to worry
to judge to make false
assumptions of my quiet
exhaustion and bile-induced
by little beans screeching
II
methodic in my madness
why this day or that day
I cannot say, the Way
has always been suspect
amused at my guess-tures
III
and so little bites I ate:
squiggles and green things
black speckled tartness to fill
the quota required
IV
today is a better day
words I consumed confirm
yesterday may simply be
where progression leads
