I sweep the floor
The floor too swiftly
And never realize
I was listening to “Auld Lang Syne
And holy, Holy night”
On an April’s height of daylight
Who does that,
On a sunny April day?
“Ask the stars.” them, Magi say.
Of course, but
On a Sunday, sunny day?

I do the laundry
The laundry so intently
And never realize
The clock says five,
Five after nine to five
(And it’s the year 19-April-night)
Who hangs their clothes to dry
Under a month of March moon’s light?
Then the cat says “Just mew,
You, little foolish mew”
F*ck. What a mocking Monday moon.

I do the dishes
The dishes, now audaciously
Then a hunch, I had a paper
Right in my right pocket
Was the annual letter
On an April Fools’ November.
And how you wrongly dated it “September”
Year 19-April-forever, then under,
You wrote here
“Dear, I’m leaving.”
Now isn’t April Fools’ addicting?