what day is it?

no i don't mean
day of the week
or #
i mean what day 
is it?
what did the
stars tell you
when they perched
on the telephone
wires?
they laughed & 
dropped feathers
that were also snow--
did you open
your mouth to catch them?
what day is it?
is this the day 
you start sleep walking
again?
meandering
up the side road
& into the carcass
of that house
with boarded up
windows-- some
days i feel like
a house with
boarded up windows &
feral cats
living in 
my ankles-- dandelions 
burst through my
floors-- reaching--
yearning to become
trees or telephone
wires
so they could
listen to the
conversation i had
with friends from
fifth grade
when you had to wait
till 9am to use the
home phone--
practice your greeting
in the reverberation
of the bath tub &
her mirrors--
what day is it?
is today the day 
i jumped out
the second story
window-- or the one
when i climbed
up on our slanted roof
& wondered if
the fall would break
me &
i tumbled down
scale & shingle--
is today the
day i slept
on the scratchy carpet
of my bed room?
joints burning
like apples-- how
red was my sunrise
& how many of
my conversations
are still living in
the telephone wires?
somewhere i am
asking Karl to come
over so that we
can play with my 
new video camera--
yank movies
from backyard--
we will someday 
be great film directors
& if not then
of course we will
be myth busters &
we will be on the discovery
channel-- painting
the global-logo
in the bottom left-hand
corner of the screen--
when i wake up i will
take the boards off
the windows
so the sun can be
as vermilion & vicious
as it wants--
follow the faded
pages
of the sidewalk--  
one way that i 
track down the day is
by checking a book
out from the library--
they'll have to use 
the rubber stamp--
turning to the back  
pocket i will
follow the numbers
until i find the day 
this particular book
will be late 
because i in fact
am at least consistent
in my lateness of
library books--
is it that day then?
the day a library 
book was late?
the day you were late
again to come
visit but oh
how it made me
love you harder--
i beg you to trust
is people with
overdue
library books &
just know they're trying--
i'm trying--
today is a day i'm
trying & i'm sorry 
for the maraschino-cherry
morning & 
the laughing of
the stars &
the crows 
eating poison berries
from my hair--
i'm trying-- 
yes today i'm trying
trying to tight rope
balance-- your
knees were river rocks--
you made fun of
me for saying 
you wrists remind
me of door knobs--
i'm sorry-- i
was only trying
to find a way  to say
that you are the
door i always want
to open--
that you can 
twist me--
take your
shoes off on
the porch--
today might have
been the day that
we turned each
other-- 
i could be mistaken--
it's been at least
seven over due
library books
since i've seen 
you--
if you happen
upon a telephone
wire & you hear my
old voice i
would want her to
know
i'm trying &
i want you
to know 
i'm trying 
& today is a day--
i'll wait 
laying on
the carpet--
stomach towards 
the moon--
what kind
are you?