wednesday
you are the lump in my throat
my week-ness
nestling so comfortably
glowing, gloating
famed but feckless
fiddling between my thens and nows
cutting my life into uneven sections
of reveries and regrets
oh wednesday,
who gave you the honour?
In response to Sarah’s Poetics, “What Day is it Anyways?”
mishunderstood 