Be brave
You can go on
Into unhighlighted calendar days
You can go with joy in your heart
Into stark white boxes
You can go on

Christmas and Mondays are constructs
Neither superior to the other
If you prepare for Tuesday
As one prepares for torture
Then torture it will be
But, last Wednesday night
Was no torture
You and I
Wrapped bare legs around each other
From eleven to midnight
Played our game where
I put in wax earplugs and you tell me secrets
What a magical, diary-worthy time that was

All year long
My mother waits in anticipation of a vacation
And once it comes, it’s magical
And once it’s gone, it’s tragedy
One could waste
A lot of perfectly good Wednesdays this way