i wonder who tuesday is for.
is it tiu, the only one brave enough
to stop the fenrus wolf, rewarded
for his bravery by losing his hand
to the wolf’s razor-sharp teeth?
or perhaps it’s for the twins of rome,
romulus and remus, raised by a wolf.
is this a day for lupine lovers?
the biologists and zoologists say
that all of canis was once lupis.
my mother insists this is impossible
because all wolves have yellow eyes.
i don’t follow the logic of this statement,
but prefer to save my two cents from
the eternal argument that is never resolved.
this craft of mine, this wordsmithing
and wordplay, makes the mundane thoughts
of a slow news day sparkle in the light
of language. is it misanthropic to fear
lycanthropes or their near cousins?
they hold no particular place in my heart,
although they have fascinated superstitious
people for centuries. neither do i dislike
them. they’re a part of tiu’s day, the day
of the twins severed in twain, my tuesday.