by an usual genetic quirk   i 

retain memories

of tuesdays   every tuesday of my

life comes to me without conscious

thought or effort   tuesday

at lisa's house when i was seven   tuesday

swimming to a raft on clear lake   the

tuesday i chipped a tooth   no

tuesday escapes me   at the same time   i have

no power of prediction   what today or next

tuesday may bring   i can only

imagine   so i do   i imagine today and next tuesday   and

because i am hopelessly romantic   have no resistance to it   no

desire to resist   i imagine only the pure love of one