It's Tuesday?

The holiday produced such perturbations
That I've lost my grip on time. Tell me
What day it is. Once I know that, I'll have
The means to re-raise all the scaffolding
Which circumscribes my dreary life.
Is this the day I pay the bills? Is this when
I wheel out the garbage? Will my daughter's
Daughter come, or will I be here by myself,
Or should I, in fact, be at work? I just don't
Know. I'm too confused, and will be until
I have made it through a normal week.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-27 at 13:33

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