It felt like Tuesday all day
though it was only Monday
how many moments
have fallen behind, lost
where do they go?
I wish time flowed like water
fluid
instead of fits and stops
jolting
I wish there was at least one day
that matched the calendar
in my head
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so many numbers
in this life...
sometimes it's easier
just saying: it's july.
and let that suffice.
july. my healing month.
august. my strengthening moon.
september. i am whole and new, somehow.
you get the idea.
'cause you get me.
I love the idea of this poem. Oftentimes on Monday evenings I say, "Monday's are so long it feels like Tuesday already."
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