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
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
my Wednesday and Thursday highs
tumbling down the calendar’s hill.
I can’t compete in the
of Saturday’s raceway.
My comforts cling to a Tuesday afternoon,
covered in dread