Yesterday Happens After Today

Who added salt to the cake mix?
Who hung Christmas lights on Memorial Day?
Who wore a down jacket when the outside
thermometer touched ninety-four degrees?
I'm guilty of turning life into surrealistic scenarios,
of wearing polka dot tops with striped pants,
of leaving my watch in its case
and carrying a sundial
of writing with a porcupine quill.
I'm inside out, turned about, mixed up,
baffled and bemused by realists.


Poetic Asides prompt