(For National Poetry Month I write a daily stream-of-conscious poem. Spontaneous single edit – it will be ugly! Poem #20.)

holy saturday silence
startles me in bed
gravel eyed and confused
six-thirty a.m.
muttering ‘why?’

i am uncertain
this is not new
yet here it lingers
crystal clear
muttering ‘why?’

now look here – no really
we’ve covered this before
and we always end
in the same space
muttering ‘why?’

oh sweet jesus
you’re not going
to let me sleep are you
with this constant
muttering ‘why?’

fine then i surrender
up already and down
clattering decluttering
puttering aimlessly
muttering ‘why?’