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.