The edge of you

 The edge of the day
The part that sticks out
wanting to be complete
wanting to be lived by you

To act out the waiting routine
fall inside it
put it on like clothes
Wash them like hands

edge of the day
slight grin across it's face
waiting by the front gate
screaming live live

Plans get thrown out like nets
catching as much as they can
sorting it piecemeal
The edge of you

your nose your mouth
senses anticipating use
keys in locks wallets opening and closing
Washing and drying

Bathing and rubbing
each edge of yourself
Is there such a thing as a soul
without the minutia of your routine