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Society’s favorite day is the hardest.


Saturday’s endless miles.

Saturday socials. Saturday shifts

at the booth

of spoonfed friendship

and stagnant smiles.

Characterized by rest

rest

rest,

Saturdays stress my mind, body, heart--

until I collapse,

wallowing in the guilts of extroversion,

delving into the lonely comfort of a pillow.

Saturdays continue as I stumble in the bliss

of routine,

my Wednesday and Thursday highs

tumbling down the calendar’s hill.

I can’t compete in the

popularity ploys

of Saturday’s raceway.

My comforts cling to a Tuesday afternoon,

covered in dread

and

Saturday sorrow.



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