Bad Day Bad Day Bad Day
I am on fire today, I tell her. Let’s do it today!
I am always inviting her to go places, but every day is not the right one.
Not today, she cautions me. My great-grandmother died today.
I am so sorry! I say. “When did you find out?”
But you are only twenty, right?
But my family found out in 1972, April 11th, 1972.
She shows me her calendar.
There are deaths on every page.
From 1617 forward.
I help her search for an empty day.
Bad day. Bad day. Bad day she says.
Flipping pages rapidly.
I had always wondered why
She was always waiting for bad.
“Is this the only calendar you have?” I ask.
“I also have this one,” she tells me.
It has a bunch of dates too but only first names.
Dates the family’s pets died.
Less of them, so that is good, right?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019