unturned calendar

the months
fall
over one another
towards
another end.
another
year unhinged
from the paper calendar
on
the yellow kitchen wall.
each birthday
marked in ink by her
spotted hand,
reminders
of visits to the doctor,
places to be, birthdays,
cards and notes to
send.
it stays hooked
and unturned though,
stuck in may,
the bird cage
empty beside it,
the potted plants,
brown and flat.
there is no need for
calendars
or reminders anymore.
not where
she is at.