Painter My Valentine
On Valentine’s Day –
my Valentine –
mine –
has cut his throat;
his Adam’s apple’s
bled a little –
on his t-shirt,
which is white,
like all the fields,
today, Monday.
Yesterday, Sunday,
he nailed a canvas –
white –
onto the wall
in preparation for the night.
Tomorrow, Tuesday,
out will come –
sap
from his unhealed throat.
What will happen to my love –
on Wednesday?