And Thursday rolls itself
under my body
and pushes me forward-
it’s as though it knows,
knows exactly what it’s
doing
and I hate to tell
anyone or anything no
but today, Thursday, you
must leave me behind,
I cannot bare another
day like the rest
and I’m sorry, I truly am-
If I can’t speak now,
should I simply wait until night?
And Thursday wraps itself
around my body, the warmth
is almost frightening,
so I have no other choice
but to get out of bed
and begin something
I never intended on even starting.
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