Monday’s a heavyset woman
and tramples through mud;
she’s dressed in a hand-me-down trenchcoat
and as she pulls up the collar to ward off
the sleet that is carried (with menace)
she greets another beginning
of spreadsheeted bickering
by deforming her hands into silence of stones.
Her office is one among many.
Her desk is a cornfield emptied of crops.
Her coffee is cold, she has clouds in her eyes,
but when evening arrives
she goes home
and curls up to sleep in the bed
she shares with Tuesday,
her savior and man.
Today Sarah inspires us to write about days of the week at dVerse.
February 4, 2020