By Jessica Dotter

Monday morning strikes

like a match in my eye,

lighting the only path

to the Friday feelings.

But got nothing to gain

from feeling five a.m.

alarm trilling, head-

ache ensuing five

days. TGIF,

sweep me away

from 9 to 5,

give me the time

to bleed, to feed

this anemic beast

that burns on a Sunday,

refusing to be locked

back in its cage

for another five days.

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