This is for the dirty dishes
two weeks old that sit in
the sink waiting for a pro-
mise made each morning
in an attempt at normal-
cy

And for the matted cat
hair in the blue rug on
the floor that lingers a
day too long to be just-
ified by any mind that
claims logic as a prim-
ary motivator

This is for the unmade bed
and the pile of dirty clothes
at its foot

For the bags under the eyes
and the feeling in the chest
that never leaves and the
hope that tomorrow will
be different and new and
invigorating by some
great grace of god some
renewed interest in the
hope that tomorrow will
be different has that already
been said that tomorrow will
be different tomorrow will
be will be will be

tomorrow. . .