Wednesday May 9, 2018
The Identity Repairman
Thomas Sayers Ellis
“May is my Everest,” I hear myself saying too many times a day.
“And then the summit is your birthday!” You said yesterday.
Today you say, Kiss on the mouth.
Tomorrow you say, “I know, sweetheart.”
“May is my Everest,” I tell a student, who laughs.
“May is my Everest,” I text a friend on the other side of the country.
“You can do it! You can do it all! I love you!” She texts back with the muscle emoji.
“May is kinda my… Everest,” I tell my Mom when I call her on Sunday.
“One day at a time,” she says.