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.

About this Poem

“The way whole words and sounds nest in other words and sounds kept the surprises coming. By just recognizing kinned sounds, the poem spoke itself into being in a way that felt independent of my making.”
—Lia Purpura