Yesterday

On repeat

Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay

Yesterday
spun like
tiny baby spiders,
wrapped in the web
of robocalls
and redlining.
Of thank you for callings,
and seconds ticking by like
keys bleeding,
-clacking-
machine gun fast.
The day ends
in a blur,
unraveling conversations
from my head,
thread by clingy thread
only to repeat
tomorrow’s
Yesterday.