DAY 11


eeny meeny
miney mo.

– take your fingers,
walk them home
days and nights play each other:
thumb to pinky
pinky to thumb.

when i said
you were my future,
i didn’t mean literally
sixteen hours closer to time beginning.

tell me what happens tomorrow?

you know
always before me,
but did you know
between hands moving,
the earth slows
just for a –

eeny meeny
mine no more.

Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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