Today,

Someone donated

A whiteboard calendar.

Fill in the numbers, write your agenda. Make the

Month yours.

Etc.

Someone had written in the numbers

For the months

But there were slashmarks through days

Instead of

Doctor’sappointmentSophie’sborthdayDrycleanersGroceriesDinnerwithMomandDad

I looked at the month they’d written:

“July 2020”

I realized

The slashmarks

Were probably to keep

Endless cycles of days straight.

Meaning out of meaninglessness

Another day has passed

The bare minimum, declared in dry erase ink.

Half the month remain “unslashed.”

Yeah

I was there the day time lost its meaning

It might have been a different 24 hours for each of us all

But it clung to us eventually.

I sighed and

Grabbed a paper towel and Windex.

Wiped away the dread of days now gone

No one to remember them by

Wipe by wipe.

If only it was that simple,

Eh?