There’s the thing I shouldn’t do
and yet, and now I have
the rest of the day to
make up for, not
undo, that can’t be done
but next time,
think more calmly,
breathe, say here’s a new
morning, morning,
(though why would that
work, it isn’t even
hidden, hear it in there,
more, more,

Copyright © 2016 by Lia Purpura. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.